Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and shit
Niggas can't with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash Van Damme
So any nigga that they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood when we up to no
them things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the
Think about whooping ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention this mention of sorts
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my literary will blast
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg and arms
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to
I plead
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
Facts and of clips on my mattress
Bed frame another dead pain
Laying with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm coming the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and you're bound to get
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
It's Rage, cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now they me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my little nigga
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the game I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say yeah the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the crazy
But ain't but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four Doggy Dogg's done