Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap definition is
I wrote as a juvenile
Restin' on trey
And used to boost Kangols
With 555 souls the streets
Of the insane

For monetary
Niggaz is slain on the
homicide for wealth
Stealth missions for
In the
niggaz get grazed in the back
From stray

Clips hollow tips for your spine
Or either remain
a rhyme, to your mind
Niggaz, ya my style
I run a rap muk
Malik in a U- Haul truck
I stand, five foot in command of the party
And scam Uncle Sam

I'm never caught up in the eye
Of your cam
'Cause I'm low
Artistic rap pro
get the dough
It's the borough
thoroughbred for dolo
I bag solo like a that boost Polo

Steppin' the corridor of metaphors
Lookin'
My shoulder the mic
Still feel than before
With jazz shit
I hit jaw Dice Raw
Get up on the mic
My poor

I be the blowin' up the spot on tour
Surely to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, never die
till my lungs collapse
Then relax, my knack for tracks
it back on time
When I rhyme my rep
Either go against the grain or your ass is slain

I
Niggaz styles
Then I throw you
you some, get on the mic
And it over, son
Raw, the motherfuckin' Wild Noid
Get on the mic
And perpetratin' is

Ya niggaz missin' in action
Like their in the projects
My like an old mac
round and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the no more
Wack wanna flex
But their styles they

Got to know the meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But never catch a bid
With my knapsack of ill shit
I just boosted
From the corner
I let loose more

Flavor me
Rippin' off from the seams
Niggaz play
Like Jeru and Clean
I down on they heads
Like machines
Or 808's, 'cause my flows out great

And
all the raw rap
Pull a metal chair out my
your back ka crack
Now, "Do you the pain?"
"Of
I guess you're
I'm insane"

When I'm my name
the train, I got so much pride
I got so soul with lyrics high
To make
Stop drop and now
me out one time
For your ass fat equivalent of an
AIDS infected Blast

Niggaz my style
Plus they know they want
Props Mount Vernon
To Mount
kid, you know my style
Is buck wild
That you can get
When I'm your particular

Flavor that you
I sit and smoke
A fat blunt in
Teachers can my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never a bad fall
your head up against the wall

Like playin'
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I breathe your last
Niggaz better watch they
Fat bull wreck

Ill got's ta you in check
the hellified beats and hard rhymes
Niggaz my style, when I go the whole nine
I beat down cut 'em up into fruit chunks
Like fruit salad, my smooth like knowledge
Blunts, so whatcha
If you got beef then get it
If ya don't well then it

My rap exquisite
I'm Raw
Like niggaz with no
On the stage I rhyme
I got's ta my composure
Where I'm from it's a whole different world
Hoppin' a train honey
And I'ma snatch your

Most corrupt
In the tenth
Juvenile 'cause McKay
Could not
Don't ask me
I'm not the one for
If you know
Better ask [Incomprehensible]

he know the time
Like I the time
When I grab the
It's like
Laid back to
In my La-Z-Boy
Raw, the Wild Noid
I'm the fuck up outta