Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the flow I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I kicks I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging them things a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from 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 like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary form blast
And totally surpass the
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
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 what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, murderer
on Death Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
There'll be no
Since the life that I choose to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
It's another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead
Laying lain the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm coming from the in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and you're bound to get
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
It's Rage, from block eight

Ayo through the fog
And creeping through the
the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now call me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little 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 grip serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking homies doing
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the cops
But ain't nothing but a thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
I don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my homey D.O.C.
You you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
Like the peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
block four peace Doggy Dogg's done