Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I my shit
I get rugged Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I when I grip the mic and kick shit
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash Van Damme
So any that claim they bossing
What don't you bring ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the when we up to no good
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 no set tripping
it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No from this mention of sorts
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn
the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my form will 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 hillside
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the and get burned like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell two

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
There'll be no
Since it's the life that I to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce it may
just another clip into my AK
Buck em with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed frame another dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
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, from cell block

Ayo through the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my little nigga
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the with the game that 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 jail
Mobbing your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the homies on the streets is all about
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 betcha don't wanna see the D-O G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my homey D.O.C.
You know you can't with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg
That's the way we'll beat em man
We smoke em, then choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell four peace Doggy Dogg's done