Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote graffiti as a
on deuce trey
And used to boost gray
With 555 souls from the
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic

For monetary
Niggaz is slain on the
homicide for wealth
Stealth missions for
In the
niggaz get grazed in the back
From stray

with hollow tips 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- truck
I stand, five seven in command of the party
And scam like Sam

I'm never caught up in the eye
Of action cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
get the dough
It's the Philly
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag solo like a nigga that boost

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

I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on
Surely to the core, old school
eighty-four, I'll never die
Raps till my collapse
relax, until my knack for tracks
Bring it back on
I rhyme my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is 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 is void

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

Got to the real meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But will catch a bid
With my knapsack full of ill
That I boosted
From the store
I let loose more

Flavor me
Rippin' heads off from the
didn't play
Like Jeru and Come
I beat down on heads
drum machines
Or 808's, 'cause my style flows out

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

When I'm my name
the train, I got so much pride
I got so much soul lyrics high
To make
Stop drop and now
Check me out one
For your ass fat styles of an
AIDS infected Blast

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

that you want
I sit and smoke
A fat in class
can kiss my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never a bad fall
Smack head up against the wall

playin' handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
know my slogan
While I your last breath
Niggaz better watch step
Fat bull catch

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

My rap style's
I'm Raw
niggaz with no Trojans
On the when I rhyme
I ta keep my composure
I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin' a train dippin
And I'ma snatch squirrel

Most motherfucker
In the grade
'cause Jeff McKay
Could not
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he know the
Like I the time
When I the microphone
It's like
back to recline
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta