Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote as a juvenile
on deuce trey
And used to boost gray
With 555 Soul's the streets
Of the insane
For monetary gain, niggas is on the train
homicide
For wealth stealth missions for
In the alleyways, where niggas get grazed in the
stray shots
Clips with hollow tips, for your or
Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to mind
ya know my style
I run
Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five, foot seven, in of the party
And like Uncle Sam
I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of your cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic exquisite rap pro, get the dough
It's the Philly dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a that boost Polo
Steppin the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
Shoulder the mic, still feel than before
With this shit I hit your jaw
Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the nigga blowin up the on tour
real to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my lungs
Then relax my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
I rhyme my rep remain
Either go the grain or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want styles then I throw you
Show you some, get on the mic and take it son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Noid
Get on the mic and perpetrate in void

Ya leave niggas missing in action like their dads in the
My style like an old mac, travel and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no
Wack MC's wanna but their styles they bore
Got to know the meaning of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but will catch a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit I just boosted
From the corner store when I let more
Flavor that's me, rippin heads off the seams
didn't play like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I down on they heads like drum machines
Or 808's cause my flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across back ka-crack
Now do you feel the pain of
I guess you're believin I'm insane
When I'm taggin my name, upon the train I got so much
I got so much soul, with high
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now me out one time
For ass, fat styles equivalent
Of an AIDS infected Glock
know my style, plus they know they want more
Props from Mount Vernon, to Rushmore
OK kid, you know my is buckwild literature
That you can get when I'm thinkin your particular
that you want
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can my ass, I'm twice, Dice
Nigga de Raw, take a bad fall
Smack your head up against the
Like handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hulk Hogan, Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your breath
Niggas better watch they step, fat catch wreck
Ill, gots ta keep you in
the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, when I go the nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into chunks
Like fruit salad, my smooth like white owl
Blunts, so whatcha want if you got then come get it
If ya don't well then it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas with no Trojans on the when I rhyme
I ta keep, my composure
I'm from it's like a whole different world
Hoppin a train and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth
cause Jeff McKay could not fade
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna know ask brother question
he know the time like I know the time
When I grab the
like, summertime, laid back, to recline
In my La-Z-Boy
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta