Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I graffiti as a juvenile
Restin' on trey
And to boost gray Kangols
With 555 souls from the
Of the insane

For gain
Niggaz is slain on the
It's for wealth
Stealth for crack
In the
niggaz get grazed in the back
From stray

Clips with hollow tips for your
Or either calm
Catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggaz, ya my style
I run a rap muk
With Malik in a U- truck
I stand, five seven in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam

I'm never caught up in the eye
Of your cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
get the dough
It's the borough
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag solo like a that boost Polo

Steppin' through the of metaphors
over
My shoulder the mic
feel colder than before
With this shit
I hit your jaw Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

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

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

Ya niggaz missin' in action
Like dads in the projects
My like an old mac
round and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the no more
Wack MC's flex
But their styles bore

Got to know the real
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But will catch a bid
With my knapsack full of ill
That I just
From the corner
When I let loose

that's me
Rippin' heads off from the
Niggaz play
Like Jeru and Clean
I beat down on heads
Like drum
Or 808's, 'cause my style flows out

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

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

know my style
Plus they know they want
Props Mount Vernon
To Rushmore
kid, you know my style
Is buck wild
That you can get
When I'm 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
Smack your up against the wall

playin' handball
My ill
I slam like Hulk
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
I breathe your last breath
Niggaz better watch step
Fat bull catch

Ill got's ta keep you in
With the hellified beats and hard
know my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks cut 'em up fruit chunks
Like salad, my style's smooth like knowledge
Blunts, so whatcha
If you got then come get it
If ya well then forget it

My rap style's
I'm Raw
Like niggaz with no
On the when I rhyme
I got's ta my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different
Hoppin' a honey dippin
And snatch your squirrel

Most corrupt
In the tenth
Juvenile Jeff McKay
not fade
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you know
Better ask [Incomprehensible]

he know the time
Like I the time
I grab the microphone
It's like
back to recline
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the up outta here