Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the
I when 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
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the when 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 Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck ya
Ain't nothing but a
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in
Now you know you're
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
Blinded by the light, it's you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre will kick the
With treachery, my form will blast
And totally the norm
Not a storm, plural, it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the and get burned like mesquite
So you wanna do
The RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical
Stranded on Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime
There'll be no
Since it's the that 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 my underground tactics
and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame another dead pain
lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm coming from the in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and you're bound to get
It's 187 on don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust be no debate
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo stepping the fog
And through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me
Dre is the and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the
Shooting at the hoes with the that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking homies time
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the on the streets is all about peace
And driving 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 homey 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 Dogg Pound
the only way we'll beat 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
block four peace Doggy Dogg's done