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 that fits
The gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and because of the tone
I when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas fuck with
So I go hardcore, and slam
respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you bring ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them things a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I the clip in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, like the mafia
Think about some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for slugs in motherfuckers
Now you you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

No prevention from this mention of
You're a victim, from my of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
Dr. Dre will the scratch
With treachery, my literary form blast
And totally the norm
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, the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough like
I write a rhyme, hard as
Step to the heat and get burned mesquite
So what you do
The RBX, cell block two

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

Ayo through the fog
And creeping the smog
the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
Warren G is my hand and my on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a from serving my rocks
And I'm still, for mines, peace
To my motherfucking homies time
In the pen and the county
with 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 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 fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we 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 smoke em, choke em
Like the motherfucking man
It's like and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy done