Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin' on deuce
And used to boost Kangols
555 souls from the streets
Of the insane

For monetary
Niggaz is on the train
It's for wealth
Stealth for crack
In the
Where niggaz get in the back
From stray

Clips hollow tips for your spine
Or either calm
Catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggaz, ya my style
I run a rap muk
With Malik in a U- truck
I stand, five foot in command of the party
And like Uncle Sam

I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your cam
'Cause I'm low
Artistic rap pro
get the dough
It's the Philly
Dread for dolo
I bag solo a nigga that boost Polo

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

I be the nigga up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old
eighty-four, I'll never die
Raps till my 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
Niggaz styles
Then I you some
you some, get on the mic
And it over, son
Raw, the motherfuckin' Wild Noid
Get on the mic
And is void

Ya leave missin' in action
Like their dads in the
My like an old mac
Travel round and wreck
I'm ill
With the no more
Wack MC's flex
But their they bore

Got to know the meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But will catch a bid
With my full of ill shit
I just boosted
From the store
When I let loose

Flavor me
Rippin' heads off the seams
Niggaz play
Like and Come Clean
I beat on they heads
drum machines
Or 808's, 'cause my flows out great

And
all the raw rap
Pull a metal out my knapsack
Across your back ka
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 high
To make
drop and roll now
Check me out one
For your ass fat equivalent of an
AIDS Glock Blast

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

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

Like playin'
My ill
I slam like Hulk
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I your last breath
Niggaz watch they step
Fat bull wreck

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

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
Like niggaz with no
On the stage when I
I ta keep my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole world
a train honey dippin
And snatch your squirrel

Most corrupt
In the grade
Juvenile 'cause Jeff
Could not
ask me honey
I'm not the one for
If you know
ask Brother [Incomprehensible]

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