Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson Part 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I graffiti 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 slain on the
It's
For wealth stealth missions for
In the alleyways, where get grazed in the back
From shots
Clips with hollow tips, for your or
Either calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
Niggas ya my style
I run
When Malik get a U-Haul
I five, foot seven, in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam
I'm never caught up in the eye
Of action cam, cause I'm down low
Artistic rap pro, that get the dough
the Philly borough dread
Thoroughbread for
I bag solo, like a that boost Polo
through the corridor, of metaphors
Lookin my left
the mic, still feel colder than before
With this shit I hit your jaw
Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor
I be the blowin up the spot on tour
Surely to the core, old school like eighty-four
I never die, and raps till my collapse
relax until my knack for tracks
Bring it back, on
When I rhyme my rep
go against the grain or your ass is found slain
I overcome, niggas want then I throw you some
Show you some, get on the mic and it over son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin Wild
Get on the mic and perpetrate in this

Ya leave niggas missing in like their dads in the projects
My style like an old mac, round and catch wreck
I'm ill versatile, with the no more
Wack MC's flex but their styles they bore
Got to know the real of the ill shit, kid
I do mad damage but never will a bid
With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I boosted
From the corner when I let loose more
that's me, rippin heads off from the seams
Niggas play like Jeru and Come Clean
[He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like drum
Or 808's my style flows out great
And superspectac, all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across back ka-crack
Now do you the pain of course
I guess you're believin that I'm
When I'm taggin my name, upon the I got so much pride
I got so much soul, with lyrics
To make niggas stop drop and roll, now check me out one
For your ass, fat styles
Of an AIDS infected Glock
Niggas know my style, plus they they want more
from Mount Vernon, to Mount Rushmore
OK kid, you my style is buckwild literature
That you can never get when I'm thinkin particular
Flavor that you
I sit and smoke a fat blunt in class
Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice,
Nigga de Raw, never a bad fall
Smack your up against the wall
playin handball, my style's ill
I slam like Hogan, Dice Raw bettin on my arm
Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your last
Niggas better watch they step, fat bull catch
Ill, gots ta keep you in
With the hellified and hard rhymes
Niggas know my style, I go the whole nine
I beat down punks, cut em up into fruit
Like fruit salad, my style's like white owl
Blunts, so want if you got beef then come get it
If ya well then forget it
My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw
Like niggas with no Trojans on the stage I rhyme
I gots ta keep, my
Where I'm from it's like a different world
Hoppin a train and I'mma snatch your squirrel
Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth
Juvenile cause Jeff McKay could not
Don't ask me I'm not the one for stressin
If you wanna better ask brother question
Cause he know the time like I know the
I grab the microphone
It's like, summertime, laid back, to
In my chair
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up here