Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote graffiti as a
Restin' on trey
And used to gray Kangols
With 555 souls the streets
Of the insane

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

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

I'm never up in the glass eye
Of action cam
'Cause I'm low
exquisite rap pro
That get the
the Philly borough
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag like a nigga that boost Polo

Steppin' through the corridor of
over
My left the mic
Still feel colder than
this jazz shit
I hit your jaw Raw
Get up on the mic
My young

I be the blowin' up the spot on tour
real to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, never die
Raps till my lungs
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 want
Then I throw you
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 dads in the
My like an old mac
Travel round and wreck
I'm ill
With the no more
Wack MC's wanna
But their styles bore

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

Flavor me
Rippin' heads off the seams
Niggaz didn't
Jeru and Come Clean
I beat down on they
Like drum
Or 808's, 'cause my style out great

And
all the raw rap
Pull a chair out my knapsack
your back 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 with high
To niggaz
Stop and roll now
me out one time
For your ass fat equivalent of an
AIDS Glock Blast

Niggaz know my
Plus they they want more
Props Mount Vernon
To Rushmore
kid, you know 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 take a bad
Smack your head up the wall

playin' handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I breathe last breath
Niggaz better watch step
Fat catch wreck

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

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

corrupt motherfucker
In the tenth
'cause Jeff McKay
Could not
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
ask Brother [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he the time
Like I the time
I grab the microphone
It's summertime
Laid back to
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the up outta here