Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't 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 walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging them like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

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

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a 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 clip into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
Laying lain with the shame, who's to
Me, the lady of
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So and you're bound to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now they me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the that 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 doing time
In the pen and the county
with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's driving the crazy
But ain't nothing but a thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I don't wanna 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 with my motherfucking DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em down the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
the motherfucking peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's