Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

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

No prevention from this mention of
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form blast
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, tough like
I write a rhyme, hard as
to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
There'll be no
Since the life that I choose to lead
I plead
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my underground
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed there's another dead pain
Laying lain 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 and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on don't stop
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And through the smog
It's the number one from the hood, Doggy Dogg
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey nigga
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the with the game that I got
to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about
And it's driving the cops
But nothing but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I don't wanna see the D-O double 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
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We smoke em, then choke em
Like the peter man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Dogg's done