Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin' on deuce
And to boost gray Kangols
With 555 souls from the
Of the insane

For monetary
is slain on the train
It's homicide for
Stealth for crack
In the
Where get grazed in the back
From shots

Clips with hollow tips for spine
Or either remain
Catch a rhyme, to mind
Niggaz, ya know my
I run a rap muk
With Malik in a U- 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 borough
thoroughbred for dolo
I bag solo like a nigga that Polo

Steppin' the corridor of metaphors
Lookin'
My shoulder the mic
Still feel colder than
With this shit
I hit your jaw Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on
real to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, I'll die
Raps till my lungs
Then relax, until my knack for
Bring it on time
I rhyme my rep remain
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
Raw, the motherfuckin' Wild Noid
Get on the mic
And perpetratin' is

Ya leave missin' in action
Like dads in the projects
My like an old mac
round and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the no more
MC's wanna flex
But their styles they

Got to know the real
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But never catch a bid
With my full of ill shit
That I boosted
From the corner
When I let more

Flavor me
Rippin' heads off the seams
didn't play
Like Jeru and Come
I down on they heads
drum machines
Or 808's, 'cause my flows out great

And
all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my
your back ka crack
Now, "Do you the pain?"
"Of
I guess you're
I'm insane"

When I'm my name
the train, I got so much pride
I got so soul with lyrics high
To make
drop and roll now
Check me out one
For your ass fat equivalent of an
AIDS infected Blast

Niggaz my style
Plus they know want more
Props from Mount
To Mount
Okay kid, you know my
Is buck wild
That you can get
I'm thinkin' your particular

Flavor you want
I sit and smoke
A fat in class
can kiss my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never take a bad
your head up against the wall

Like handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Raw bettin' on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
I breathe your last breath
Niggaz better they step
Fat bull wreck

Ill ta keep you in check
With the hellified beats and hard
Niggaz know my style, when I go the whole
I beat down punks cut 'em up fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like
Blunts, so want
If you got beef come get it
If ya don't then forget it

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
Like niggaz with no
On the stage I rhyme
I ta keep my composure
Where I'm it's like a whole different world
a train honey dippin
And snatch your squirrel

Most motherfucker
In the grade
Juvenile 'cause Jeff
Could not
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask Brother

'Cause he the time
I know the time
When I grab the
It's summertime
Laid back to
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Wild
I'm the fuck up here