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 fits
The gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I kicks I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van
So any nigga claim they bossing
What you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk the hood when we up to no good
them things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But no set tripping
it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
From the lunatic, I death like
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will
And totally the norm
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, like the hillside
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned mesquite
So you wanna do
The narrator RBX, block two

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

Ayo through the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the number one from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I in Hollywood
raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my on the trigga
at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to 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 your blues on, mad as hell
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all peace
And it's driving the cops
But nothing but a black thing bay-bee
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 fuck with my motherfucking DJ
my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Pound
the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta em, then choke em
Like the motherfucking man
like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four Doggy Dogg's done