Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

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

No prevention from mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like
When I kick up raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my form will blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get burned mesquite
So you wanna do
The RBX, cell block two

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

Ayo through the fog
And creeping through the
It's the number one nigga the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
G is my hand 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 motherfucking homies time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothing but a black thing
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
I betcha don't see the D-O double G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my DJ
That's my homey and we call him G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta em, then choke em
Like the peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's