Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my
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 of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick
Niggas fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga claim they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and
a walk through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them like a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention from this mention of
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my literary will blast
And totally 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, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the that I choose to lead
I plead
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip my AK
Buck em down my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed frame there's dead pain
Laying with 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 to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
It's Rage, from cell block

Ayo through the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey nigga
Warren G is my hand and my on the trigga
Shooting at the with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking homies doing
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's the cops crazy
But nothing but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
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 you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the motherfucking man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four Doggy Dogg's done