Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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

For gain
Niggaz is on the train
It's homicide for
missions for crack
In the
niggaz get grazed in the back
From shots

Clips with tips for your spine
Or remain calm
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 of the party
And scam Uncle Sam

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

through the corridor of metaphors
Lookin'
My left the mic
Still feel colder before
With jazz shit
I hit your jaw Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on
real to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, I'll die
Raps till my collapse
Then relax, my knack for tracks
it back on time
When I my rep remain
Either go the grain or your ass is found slain

I
Niggaz want
I throw you some
you some, get on the mic
And it over, son
Dice Raw, the Wild Noid
Get on the mic
And is void

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

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

that's me
Rippin' heads off from the
Niggaz play
Like Jeru and Come
I beat down on 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 believin'
I'm insane"

When I'm my name
Upon the train, I got so much
I got so much soul with lyrics
To niggaz
Stop drop and now
me out one time
For your ass fat equivalent of an
AIDS infected Glock

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

Flavor you want
I sit back and
A fat in class
can kiss my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never take a bad
Smack your head up the wall

Like handball
My ill
I slam like Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz know my
While I breathe last breath
better watch they step
Fat catch wreck

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

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
Like with no Trojans
On the when I rhyme
I got's ta my composure
Where I'm it's like a whole different world
Hoppin' a train dippin
And I'ma snatch your

Most motherfucker
In the tenth
Juvenile 'cause Jeff
not fade
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you know
Better ask Brother

he know the time
Like I the time
When I the microphone
like summertime
Laid back to
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up outta