Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I graffiti as a juvenile
Restin' on trey
And used to boost gray
555 souls from the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic

For monetary
is slain on the train
It's homicide for
missions for crack
In the
Where niggaz get grazed in the
From shots

Clips with hollow tips for your
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 in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam

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

Steppin' through the corridor of
Lookin'
My shoulder the mic
Still feel colder before
With this jazz
I hit jaw Dice Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

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

I
Niggaz styles
I throw you some
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 in action
their dads in the projects
My style an old mac
Travel and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the skill no
MC's wanna flex
But styles they bore

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like handball
My ill
I like Hulk Hogan
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I breathe your last
Niggaz better they step
Fat bull catch

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

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
Like niggaz no Trojans
On the stage when I
I got's ta keep my
Where I'm from it's like a different world
Hoppin' a train honey
And snatch your squirrel

Most motherfucker
In the grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay
not fade
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask Brother

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