Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I my shit
I get like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van
So any nigga claim they bossing
What you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood when we up to no
Slanging things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But ain't no set
it's Death Row, rolling 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 pumping slugs in
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the and get burned like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
There'll be no
Since it's the that 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 underground
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed frame there's another pain
Laying with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm coming from the in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and you're to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
It's Rage, from cell block

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping through the
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey nigga
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the game 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 motherfucking homies doing
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's driving the cops
But ain't nothing but a black thing
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
I betcha don't see the D-O double G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
the motherfucking peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block peace Doggy Dogg's done