Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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

For gain
is slain on the train
It's for wealth
missions for crack
In the
Where niggaz get grazed in the
stray shots

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

I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of your cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
That get the
the Philly borough
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag like a nigga that boost Polo

Steppin' the corridor of metaphors
over
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 spot on
Surely to the core, old school
eighty-four, I'll never die
Raps till my collapse
Then relax, until my knack for
Bring it back on
When I rhyme my rep
Either go the grain or your ass is found slain

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

Ya leave niggaz in action
their dads in the projects
My like an old mac
Travel and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the skill no
Wack MC's flex
But their styles they

Got to know the meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But will catch a bid
my knapsack full of ill shit
That I boosted
the corner store
When I let more

Flavor me
heads off from the seams
Niggaz didn't
Like Jeru and Clean
I beat down on heads
drum machines
Or 808's, my style flows out great

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

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

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

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

playin' handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I breathe last breath
Niggaz better watch they
Fat bull wreck

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

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
Like niggaz no Trojans
On the stage I rhyme
I ta keep my composure
Where I'm from it's like a different world
a train honey dippin
And I'ma snatch your

corrupt motherfucker
In the tenth
Juvenile 'cause McKay
not fade
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
ask Brother [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he know the
I know the time
When I grab the
It's like
back to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up here