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 that I kick, there's no
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't with
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any that claim they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to and Slauson
Take a walk the hood when we up to no good
them things like a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking 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
Think about whooping some ass, but what the stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No from this mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my driveby of
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally surpass the
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg and arms
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get burned mesquite
So you wanna do
The RBX, cell block two

Rage, murderer
on Death Row
And now I'm serving a sentence
be no repentance
Since it's the life I choose to lead
I plead
On all counts let the ball where it may
It's just clip into my AK
Buck em down my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead
lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm 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
It's Rage, cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one nigga the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
Busting for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the that I got
to death 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 with your blues on, mad as
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 don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you see, the D-R to the E
Or my homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way beat em man
We smoke em, then choke em
Like the peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell four peace Doggy Dogg's done