Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't fuck
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 ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging them things a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Row, rolling like the mafia
about whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn
the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally the norm
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, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life I choose to lead
I guilty
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just clip into my AK
Buck em with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed there's another dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm coming from the in
taking, no shit
So flip and bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't
as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block

Ayo stepping the fog
And through the smog
the number one nigga from 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
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the
Shooting at the hoes with the game I got
Sent to row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking homies time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say yeah the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And driving the cops crazy
But ain't but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfucking D.O.C.
You you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta em, then choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy done