Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat that fits
The gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I kicks I grip 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 that claim bossing
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood when we up to no
Slanging them like a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Death Row for slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know 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 are to fail
Blinded by the light, time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, lyrical
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
be no repentance
Since it's the life I choose to lead
I plead
On all counts let the bounce where it may
It's just another into my AK
Buck em down with my underground
and stacks of clips 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 the D-E-A-T-H in
taking, no shit
So flip and you're to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
Busting for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
Warren G is my hand and my on the trigga
Shooting at the with the game that I got
Sent to row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking homies time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's driving the cops
But ain't nothing but a thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfucking D.O.C.
You know you fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we call him G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
Like the motherfucking man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's