Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I my shit
I get rugged Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
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 kick
can't fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash Van Damme
So any that claim they bossing
What don't you bring ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the when we up to no good
Slanging them things a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But ain't no set
'Cause Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but the fuck stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from mention of sorts
a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to
by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like
I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my literary form blast
And totally surpass the
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and
In dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the strangler
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like
So what you do
The narrator RBX, block two

Rage, murderer
on Death Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
There'll be no
Since it's the that I choose to lead
I plead
On all counts let the bounce where it may
just another clip into my AK
Buck em down my underground tactics
Facts and of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, to blame
Me, the of Rage
On when I'm coming the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and you're bound to get
It's 187 on motherfuckers stop
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
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the
Shooting at the hoes with the game I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my motherfucking homies doing
In the pen and the county
Mobbing with your on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the
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 sagging
I betcha don't 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
That's my and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta em, then choke em
Like the peter man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's