Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I graffiti as a juvenile
on deuce trey
And used to boost Kangols
With 555 from the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic

For monetary
Niggaz is slain on the
It's for wealth
Stealth missions for
In the
Where niggaz get in the back
stray shots

Clips with hollow tips for your
Or remain 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 in command of the party
And scam like Sam

I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of your cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
get the dough
It's the Philly
thoroughbred for dolo
I bag like a nigga that boost Polo

through the corridor of metaphors
Lookin'
My shoulder the mic
feel colder than before
With 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 my lungs collapse
Then relax, until my knack for
Bring it back on
When I rhyme my rep
Either go against the grain or 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 leave niggaz missin' in
their dads in the projects
My style an old mac
Travel round and wreck
I'm ill
the skill no more
Wack MC's flex
But their styles bore

Got to know the 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 corner
When I let more

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

And
all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my
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 much
I got so much soul with high
To make
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
from Mount Vernon
To Rushmore
Okay kid, you my style
Is wild literature
you can never get
When I'm thinkin' particular

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

Like playin'
My ill
I slam like Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz know my
While I breathe your last
Niggaz better watch they
Fat catch wreck

Ill got's ta keep you in
the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggaz know my style, when I go the nine
I beat down punks cut 'em up fruit chunks
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 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 world
Hoppin' a train dippin
And I'ma your squirrel

Most motherfucker
In the grade
Juvenile Jeff McKay
Could not
ask me honey
I'm not the one for
If you know
ask Brother [Incomprehensible]

'Cause he know the
Like I the time
When I grab the
It's summertime
Laid back to
In my La-Z-Boy
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up here