Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my
I get rugged Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites lethal
know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I the mic and kick shit
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and
respect like 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
Take a 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 slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the stopping ya
nothing but a buster
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 of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
treachery, my literary form will blast
And surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
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, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life I choose to lead
I guilty
On all counts let the bounce where it may
It's just clip into my AK
em down with my underground tactics
Facts and of clips on my mattress
Bed there's another dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, to blame
Me, the of Rage
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo through the fog
And through the smog
the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me
Dre is the and my homey little 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 doing time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the cops
But nothing but a black 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 you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em down the motherfucking Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We smoke em, then choke em
Like the motherfucking man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy done