Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that
The type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
Niggas fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga claim they bossing
don't you bring your ass on over 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 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 Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, from my driveby of
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally surpass the
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the and get burned like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
There'll be no
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 stacks of on my mattress
Bed there's another dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, who's to
Me, the of Rage
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So flip and you're to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo through the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me
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 serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking homies doing
In the pen and the county
Mobbing your blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's the cops crazy
But ain't nothing but a black bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
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 my motherfucking DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the Dogg Pound
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
Like the motherfucking man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell four peace Doggy Dogg's done