Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so when I swing my shit
I get like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't fuck
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van
So any nigga that claim bossing
What you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging them 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
'Cause it's Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention from this mention of
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
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 dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, tough like
I a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So you wanna do
The RBX, cell block two

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

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping through the
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
raps 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, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking doing time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say yeah the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the crazy
But ain't nothing but a thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
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 can't with my motherfucking DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the motherfucking man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell four peace Doggy Dogg's done