Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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My rap is wild
I graffiti as a juvenile
Restin' on trey
And used to gray Kangols
With 555 souls the streets
Of the insane

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

with hollow tips for your spine
Or either remain
a rhyme, to your mind
Niggaz, ya know my
I run a rap muk
With in a U- Haul truck
I stand, five foot seven in command of the
And like Uncle Sam

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

through the corridor of metaphors
Lookin'
My shoulder the mic
Still feel colder than
With jazz shit
I hit jaw Dice Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

I be the nigga blowin' up the on tour
Surely real to the core, old
eighty-four, I'll never die
Raps my lungs collapse
Then relax, my knack for tracks
Bring it on time
I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or ass is found slain

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

Ya leave missin' in action
Like their in the projects
My style an old mac
Travel round and catch
I'm ill
With the skill no
Wack MC's flex
But their they bore

Got to know the meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But never will a bid
With my full of ill shit
That I just
From the corner
When I let loose

that's me
Rippin' off from the seams
Niggaz didn't
Jeru and Come Clean
I beat on they heads
Like machines
Or 808's, my style flows out great

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

When I'm my name
the train, I got so much pride
I got so much soul lyrics high
To niggaz
drop and roll now
Check me out one
For your ass fat equivalent of an
AIDS Glock Blast

know my style
Plus know they want more
Props from Mount
To Rushmore
kid, you know my style
Is buck wild
That you can get
I'm thinkin' your particular

Flavor that you
I sit back and
A fat blunt in
Teachers can my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never take a bad
your head up against the wall

Like handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz know my
While I breathe your last
better watch they step
Fat bull catch

Ill got's ta keep you in
the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggaz know my style, when I go the whole
I beat down punks cut 'em up fruit chunks
fruit salad, my style's smooth like knowledge
Blunts, so whatcha
If you got beef then get it
If ya don't well then it

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
niggaz with no Trojans
On the when I rhyme
I got's ta my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole world
a train honey dippin
And I'ma your squirrel

corrupt motherfucker
In the grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay
Could not
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he know the
Like I the time
When I the microphone
It's like
Laid to recline
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up here