Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin' on deuce
And used to gray Kangols
555 souls from the streets
Of the insane

For gain
Niggaz is on the train
homicide for wealth
Stealth missions for
In the
Where get grazed in the back
From shots

Clips with tips for your spine
Or either remain
a rhyme, to your mind
Niggaz, ya my style
I run a rap muk
With Malik in a U- Haul
I stand, foot seven in command of the party
And scam like Sam

I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your cam
'Cause I'm low
exquisite rap pro
That get the
It's the Philly
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag like a nigga that boost Polo

through the corridor of metaphors
Lookin'
My shoulder the mic
Still feel than before
With this jazz
I hit jaw Dice Raw
Get up on the mic
My young

I be the blowin' up the spot on tour
Surely to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, I'll die
Raps till my lungs
relax, until my knack for tracks
Bring it on time
When I my rep remain
go against the grain or your ass is found slain

I
want styles
Then I throw you
you some, get on the mic
And it over, son
Raw, the motherfuckin' Wild Noid
Get on the mic
And perpetratin' is

Ya leave missin' in action
Like dads in the projects
My like an old mac
Travel round and wreck
I'm ill
With the skill no
Wack wanna flex
But their they bore

Got to the real meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But never catch a bid
my knapsack full of ill shit
That I boosted
From the store
When I let loose

that's me
Rippin' off from the seams
Niggaz didn't
Like Jeru and Come
I beat down on heads
Like drum
Or 808's, 'cause my style out great

And
all the raw rap
Pull a metal out my knapsack
Across back ka crack
Now, "Do you the pain?"
"Of
I you're believin'
I'm insane"

When I'm taggin' my
the train, I got so much pride
I got so soul with lyrics high
To make
Stop and roll now
Check me out one
For your ass fat styles of an
AIDS infected Glock

Niggaz know my
Plus know they want more
Props Mount Vernon
To Mount
Okay kid, you know my
Is buck literature
That you can get
I'm thinkin' your particular

Flavor you want
I sit and smoke
A fat in class
can kiss my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never take a bad
your head up against the wall

Like playin'
My ill
I slam like Hulk
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz know my
While I breathe your breath
better watch they step
Fat bull wreck

Ill got's ta you in check
With the hellified beats and hard
Niggaz know my style, I go the whole nine
I beat down cut 'em up into fruit chunks
Like salad, my style's smooth like knowledge
Blunts, so want
If you got beef come get it
If ya don't then forget it

My rap style's
I'm Raw
Like niggaz no Trojans
On the when I rhyme
I ta keep my composure
Where I'm it's like a whole different world
a train honey dippin
And snatch your squirrel

Most corrupt
In the tenth
'cause Jeff McKay
Could not
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you know
ask Brother [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he know the
Like I the time
When I the microphone
It's like
Laid back to
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up here