Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I graffiti as a juvenile
on deuce trey
And to boost gray Kangols
With 555 souls the streets
Of the insane

For monetary
is slain on the train
It's homicide for
Stealth missions for
In the
Where niggaz get in the back
stray shots

Clips with tips for your spine
Or either remain
Catch a rhyme, to your
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 action cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
That get the
the Philly borough
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag solo like a that boost Polo

Steppin' through the corridor of
over
My left the mic
Still feel than before
With this jazz
I hit your jaw Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

I be the blowin' up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old
Like eighty-four, I'll die
Raps my lungs collapse
Then relax, until my knack for
Bring it on time
When I rhyme my rep
Either go 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
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin' Noid
Get on the mic
And perpetratin' is

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

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

Flavor me
heads off from the seams
Niggaz play
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 chair out my
Across your 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 with lyrics
To niggaz
drop and roll now
Check me out one
For your ass fat styles of an
AIDS infected Glock

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

Flavor you want
I sit back and
A fat blunt in
Teachers can 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
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I breathe last breath
Niggaz better watch they
Fat bull catch

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

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
Like with no Trojans
On the stage when I
I ta keep my composure
I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin' a train honey
And I'ma snatch your

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

'Cause he know the
Like I know the
When I the microphone
like summertime
Laid to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up here