Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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

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

Clips with hollow tips for spine
Or remain calm
Catch a rhyme, to your
Niggaz, ya know my
I run a rap muk
With Malik in a U- truck
I stand, foot seven in command of the party
And scam like Sam

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

Steppin' 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 young

I be the blowin' up the spot on tour
Surely to the core, old school
eighty-four, I'll never die
Raps till my lungs
Then relax, until my for tracks
Bring it on time
When I rhyme my rep
Either go against the 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 motherfuckin' Wild
Get on the mic
And is void

Ya niggaz missin' in action
Like their in the projects
My like an old mac
round and catch wreck
I'm ill
the skill no more
Wack wanna flex
But their styles they

Got to know the meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But will catch a bid
With my knapsack of ill shit
That I just
the corner store
When I let more

that's me
Rippin' heads off from the
didn't play
Like Jeru and Come
I beat down on they
Like drum
Or 808's, my style 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 you're believin'
I'm insane"

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

Niggaz know my
Plus they know they want
Props from Vernon
To Mount
kid, you know my style
Is buck literature
you can never get
When I'm your particular

that you want
I sit back and
A fat blunt in
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 like Hulk
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I your last breath
Niggaz better watch step
Fat bull wreck

Ill ta keep you in check
With the hellified and hard rhymes
Niggaz know my style, 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 beef then get it
If ya don't well forget it

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
niggaz with no Trojans
On the stage I rhyme
I ta keep my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different
Hoppin' a honey dippin
And I'ma snatch squirrel

corrupt motherfucker
In the grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay
not fade
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you know
Better ask Brother

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