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 tracks fits
The type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks I grip 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 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 no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from this mention of
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary will blast
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, like the strangler
MC mangler, tough like
I a rhyme, hard as concrete
to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
be no repentance
Since it's the that I choose to lead
I plead
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's just clip into my AK
em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
Laying with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So flip and you're to get dropped
It's 187 on don't stop
as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping through the
It's the number one nigga the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
Busting raps for my now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the
at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking homies time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about
And it's the cops crazy
But ain't nothing but a black bay-bee
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 motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck my motherfucking DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll 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 peace Doggy Dogg's done