Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat that fits
The gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the when we up to no good
Slanging them things a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No from 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 braile
From the lunatic, I 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 this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the hillside
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So what you do
The RBX, cell block two

Rage, murderer
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to
I plead
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
just another clip into my AK
Buck em down my underground tactics
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's dead pain
Laying with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm coming the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So flip and you're to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers 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 raps for my snaps now call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my little nigga
G is my hand 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 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 is all about peace
And it's driving the cops
But ain't nothing but a thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
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 know you can't fuck my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then 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