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 kinda
Niggas know, the flow I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I kicks when I grip the mic and shit
Niggas can't fuck
So remember I go hardcore, and
respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a through the hood when we up to no good
them things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But no set tripping
it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell one

No prevention this mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn
From the lunatic, I death like
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my literary will blast
And totally surpass the
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, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough like
I a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

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

Ayo stepping the fog
And through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, 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 hoes the game that I got
Sent to death row I wanted to make 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 with blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's the cops crazy
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 motherfucking 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 Pound
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta em, then choke em
the motherfucking peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell four peace Doggy Dogg's done