Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

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

For monetary
Niggaz is on the train
homicide for wealth
Stealth missions for
In the
Where niggaz get in the back
From stray

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

I'm never up in the glass eye
Of your cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
get the dough
It's the borough
thoroughbred for dolo
I bag like a nigga that boost Polo

Steppin' through the corridor of
over
My left the mic
Still feel than before
this jazz shit
I hit jaw Dice Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

I be the blowin' up the spot on tour
real to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, I'll die
till my lungs collapse
Then relax, until my for tracks
Bring it back on
When I my rep remain
Either go against the grain or your ass is found

I
want styles
Then I throw you
you some, get on the mic
And it over, son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin' Wild
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 full of ill
I just boosted
From the corner
When I let more

Flavor me
Rippin' heads off the seams
Niggaz didn't
Like Jeru and Come
I down on they heads
drum 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 you're believin'
I'm insane"

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

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

Flavor you want
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 handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
know my slogan
While I your last breath
Niggaz better watch step
Fat bull wreck

Ill got's ta 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 salad, my style's smooth 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
niggaz with no Trojans
On the when I rhyme
I got's ta keep my
I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin' a honey dippin
And I'ma snatch your

corrupt motherfucker
In the tenth
Juvenile 'cause McKay
Could not
ask me honey
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask [Incomprehensible]

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