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 from the
Of the insane

For gain
Niggaz is on the train
It's for wealth
Stealth for crack
In the
Where get grazed in the back
From shots

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

I'm never caught up in the eye
Of your cam
'Cause I'm low
Artistic rap pro
get the dough
It's the borough
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag solo like a nigga boost Polo

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

I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on
Surely to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, never die
till my lungs collapse
Then relax, my knack for tracks
it back on time
When I rhyme my rep
Either go against the grain or your ass is found

I
Niggaz want
Then I 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
their dads in the projects
My like an old mac
round and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the skill no
MC's wanna flex
But their styles they

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like playin'
My ill
I slam like Hulk
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I breathe last breath
Niggaz better they step
Fat bull catch

Ill ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard
Niggaz my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down punks cut 'em up into chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's 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 with no Trojans
On the stage when I
I got's ta keep my
Where I'm from it's like a different world
Hoppin' a train dippin
And I'ma snatch your

Most corrupt
In the grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay
not fade
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you know
ask Brother [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he the time
I know the time
When I the microphone
It's like
back to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up outta