Luyện nghe bài hát The Lesson, Pt. 1

Lyrically
My rap is wild
I wrote graffiti as a
on deuce trey
And used to boost gray
With 555 souls from the
Of the Ill-a-delphiadaic

For monetary
Niggaz is slain on the
homicide for wealth
Stealth missions for
In the
Where niggaz get in the back
From shots

Clips with hollow tips for your
Or remain calm
Catch a rhyme, to your
Niggaz, ya know my
I run a rap muk
With Malik in a U- truck
I stand, five foot seven in of the party
And scam like Sam

I'm caught up in the glass eye
Of action cam
I'm down low
Artistic rap pro
That get the
It's the Philly
Dread for dolo
I bag solo a nigga that boost Polo

Steppin' through the of metaphors
over
My shoulder the mic
feel colder than before
With jazz shit
I hit jaw Dice Raw
Get up on the mic
My young

I be the blowin' up the spot on tour
Surely to the core, old school
Like eighty-four, never die
Raps my lungs collapse
Then relax, until my knack for
it back on time
When I my rep remain
Either go against the or your ass is found slain

I
Niggaz want
Then I you some
you some, get on the mic
And it over, son
Dice Raw, the motherfuckin' Wild
Get on the mic
And is void

Ya leave niggaz in action
Like their dads in the
My like an old mac
round and catch wreck
I'm ill
With the skill no
Wack MC's wanna
But their styles bore

Got to know the meaning
Of the ill shit, kid
I do mad
But will catch a bid
With my knapsack of ill shit
I just boosted
From the corner
When I let loose

that's me
Rippin' off from the seams
Niggaz play
Like Jeru and Come
I down on they heads
Like drum
Or 808's, 'cause my flows out great

And
all the raw rap
Pull a metal out my knapsack
Across back ka crack
Now, "Do you the pain?"
"Of
I guess you're
I'm insane"

When I'm my name
Upon the train, I got so pride
I got so much with lyrics high
To make
Stop and roll now
Check me out one
For your ass fat equivalent of an
AIDS Glock Blast

Niggaz my style
Plus they know want more
Props from Mount
To Rushmore
Okay kid, you my style
Is wild literature
That you can get
When I'm thinkin' your

Flavor that you
I sit and smoke
A fat in class
Teachers can my ass
I'm twice,
de Raw
Never take a bad
Smack your head up against the

playin' handball
My ill
I slam Hulk Hogan
Dice Raw on my arm
Niggaz my slogan
While I breathe your last
Niggaz watch they step
Fat bull catch

Ill got's ta you in check
With the hellified beats and rhymes
Niggaz my style, when I go the whole nine
I down punks cut 'em up into fruit chunks
fruit salad, my style's smooth like knowledge
Blunts, so want
If you got beef come get it
If ya don't well then it

My rap style's
I'm Raw
Like niggaz no Trojans
On the when I rhyme
I got's ta my composure
Where I'm from it's like a whole different
a train honey dippin
And I'ma your squirrel

corrupt motherfucker
In the tenth
Juvenile 'cause Jeff
Could not
ask me honey
I'm not the one for
If you wanna
Better ask [Incomprehensible]

he know the time
Like I the time
When I grab the
It's like
Laid back to
In my chair
Dice Raw, the Noid
I'm the up outta here