Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that
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 I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they
What don't you bring your ass on to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood we up to no good
Slanging things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the in
But no set tripping
'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
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death arsenic
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the hillside
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, block two

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

Ayo through the fog
And creeping through the
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting raps for my now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey nigga
Warren G is my hand and my on the trigga
at the hoes 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 homies time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
And all the homies on the streets is all about
And driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothing but a black thing
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 fuck with my DJ
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the way we'll beat em man
We gotta em, then choke em
Like the motherfucking man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
block four peace Doggy Dogg's done