Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks fits
The type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I kicks I grip 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 don't you bring your ass on over to and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood when we up to no
Slanging them things a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, like the mafia
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, from my driveby of
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
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 necks and
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get burned mesquite
So you wanna 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 guilty
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just clip into my AK
Buck em down with my tactics
and stacks of clips 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 from the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and bound to get dropped
It's 187 on don't stop
as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, cell block eight

Ayo through the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one nigga the hood, Doggy Dogg
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now they me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the game I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's the cops 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 fuck with my motherfucking DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Pound
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta em, then choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four Doggy Dogg's done