Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that
The gangsta type, what I recites lethal
Niggas know, the that I kick, there's no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't fuck
So I go hardcore, and slam
respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they
What you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging them things like a O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling the mafia
about whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm Stranded on Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

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

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

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping through the
It's the number one nigga the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now they me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing your blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the is all about peace
And it's the cops crazy
But ain't nothing but a black thing
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I betcha 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 homey and we call him G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em down with the Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
block four peace Doggy Dogg's done