Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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

For gain
Niggaz is slain on the
It's homicide for
Stealth missions for
In the
Where get grazed in the back
stray shots

Clips with hollow for your spine
Or either calm
a rhyme, to your mind
Niggaz, ya know my
I run a rap muk
With Malik in a U- Haul
I stand, five foot in command of the party
And scam like Sam

I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of action cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
That get the
It's the Philly
thoroughbred for dolo
I bag solo like a that boost Polo

Steppin' the corridor of metaphors
over
My left the mic
Still feel colder than
With this shit
I hit jaw Dice Raw
Get up on the mic
My young

I be the nigga up the spot on tour
Surely to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, I'll die
Raps my lungs collapse
Then relax, my knack for tracks
it back on time
When I my rep remain
go against 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' Wild
Get on the mic
And is void

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

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

that's me
Rippin' off from the seams
Niggaz play
Like Jeru and Come
I beat down on they
drum machines
Or 808's, 'cause my flows out great

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

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

know my style
Plus they know they want
from Mount Vernon
To Rushmore
Okay kid, you my style
Is wild literature
you can never get
When I'm thinkin' your

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 against the

Like playin'
My ill
I slam like Hogan
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz know my
While I your last breath
Niggaz better they step
Fat bull wreck

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

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

Most corrupt
In the grade
Juvenile 'cause Jeff
Could not
ask me honey
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask Brother

'Cause he know the
Like I the time
When I grab the
It's summertime
Laid to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up here