Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck I swing my shit
I get rugged 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 of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick
Niggas 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 hood when we up to no
Slanging things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention from this mention of
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, storms
I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like
So what you do
The RBX, cell block two

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
There'll be no
Since it's the life that I to lead
I plead
On all counts let the bounce where it may
It's just another into my AK
em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed there's another dead pain
Laying with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and you're bound to get
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust be no debate
It's Rage, from cell eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And through the smog
It's the number one nigga the hood, Doggy Dogg
videos, now I stay 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 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 fuck the police
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's driving the crazy
But ain't but a black 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
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block peace Doggy Dogg's done