Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin on trey
And used to gray Kangol's
With 555 Soul's the streets
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic
For gain, niggas is slain on the train
homicide
For stealth missions for crack
In the alleyways, where niggas get in the back
stray shots
Clips with tips, for your spine or
remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya know my
I run
When Malik get a truck
I five, foot seven, in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam
I'm never up in the glass eye
Of action cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic rap pro, that get the dough
the Philly borough dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a that boost Polo
Steppin through the corridor, of
Lookin over my
Shoulder the mic, still colder than before
this jazz shit I hit your jaw
Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my poor
I be the blowin up the spot on tour
Surely real to the core, old school eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my lungs
Then relax my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I my rep remain
Either go against the or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas styles then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and take it son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild
Get on the mic and in this void

Ya leave niggas missing in action their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles they
Got to know the real of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never will a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just
From the corner store when I let loose
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off from the
Niggas play like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like machines
Or 808's cause my style out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your ka-crack
Now do you feel the of course
I guess you're believin I'm insane
When I'm my name, upon the train I got so much pride
I got so soul, with lyrics high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now check me out one
For ass, fat styles equivalent
Of an AIDS infected Glock
Niggas know my style, plus they they want more
Props from Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you know my style is buckwild
That you can never get I'm thinkin your particular
Flavor you want
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice,
Nigga de Raw, never take a bad
Smack your head up the wall
Like playin handball, my ill
I slam Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe last breath
Niggas watch they step, fat bull catch wreck
Ill, gots ta you in check
With the hellified beats and hard
Niggas know my style, when I go the whole
I down punks, cut em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my smooth like white owl
Blunts, so want if you got beef then come get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas with no Trojans on the when I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from it's a whole different world
Hoppin a train and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the grade
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay not fade
ask me honey I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know ask brother question
Cause he know the time like I the time
When I grab the
like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the up outta here