Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I kicks I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
a walk through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling the mafia
Think about some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs 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 of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn
the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary will blast
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg and arms
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, tough like
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the and get burned like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell two

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

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking homies doing
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the cops
But ain't but a black 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 motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you can't with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we call him G
Yeah, and you stop
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the peter man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Dogg's done