Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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

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

Clips with tips for your spine
Or either calm
Catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggaz, ya know my
I run a rap muk
With Malik in a U- Haul
I stand, foot seven 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
That get the
It's the Philly
Dread thoroughbred for
I bag solo a nigga that boost Polo

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

I be the nigga up the spot on tour
Surely to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, I'll die
Raps my lungs collapse
relax, until my knack for tracks
Bring it 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
Raw, the motherfuckin' Wild Noid
Get on the mic
And perpetratin' is

Ya leave missin' in action
Like dads in the projects
My like an old mac
Travel and catch wreck
I'm ill
the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna
But their styles bore

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like handball
My ill
I like Hulk Hogan
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
I breathe your last breath
Niggaz better watch step
Fat bull wreck

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

My rap style's
I'm Raw
Like with no Trojans
On the stage when I
I got's ta my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different
Hoppin' a train honey
And I'ma your squirrel

Most corrupt
In the tenth
'cause Jeff McKay
Could not
ask me honey
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask Brother

he know the time
Like I know the
When I grab the
It's summertime
back to recline
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the fuck up here