Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat that fits
The type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe of the tone
I when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't fuck
So remember I go hardcore, and
'Nough respect a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood when we up to no
Slanging them like a real O.G. should,
I'm and macking and packing a ten so
When slipping, I slip the clip in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Row, rolling like the mafia
Think whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't but a buster
I'm on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, block one

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

Rage, murderer
Stranded on Row
And now I'm a lifetime sentence
There'll be no
Since it's the life I choose to lead
I plead
On all let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip my AK
Buck em down with my underground
Facts and stacks of clips on my
Bed frame there's dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, to blame
Me, the lady of
On when I'm coming from the in
R-O-W taking, no
So flip and bound to get dropped
187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I there'll be no debate
Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo through the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting raps for my snaps now they me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my little nigga
Warren G is my and my hand's on the trigga
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 doing time
In the pen and the jail
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as
And you say fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about
And driving the cops crazy
But nothing but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O 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 don't
Doggy Dogg em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll em man
We gotta smoke em, then em
Like the peter man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell four peace Doggy Dogg's done