Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and shit
Niggas can't fuck
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood when we up to no
Slanging them things like a O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, like the mafia
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Death Row for slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention from this of sorts
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my literary form blast
And totally surpass the
Not a storm, plural, make it, 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, hard as
to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, murderer
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life that I to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
Facts and of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
lain 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 bound to get
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust be no debate
It's Rage, from block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And through the smog
the number one nigga from 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
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the
Shooting at the hoes the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say yeah the police
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's driving the crazy
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 fuck my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we 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 em, then choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Dogg's done