Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck I swing my shit
I get like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick
Niggas fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them things a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm Stranded on Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention this mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my form will blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg and arms
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the hillside
MC mangler, tough like
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
There'll be no
Since it's the life I choose to lead
I plead
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed frame there's dead pain
Laying lain the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm coming the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
It's Rage, from cell eight

Ayo through the fog
And through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me
Dre is the doctor and my little nigga
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the 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 doing 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 driving the crazy
But ain't but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you can't with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we call him G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We smoke 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