Luyện nghe bài hát Stranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat that fits
The gangsta type, I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, no equal
I'm niggas, yo, and maybe 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 they
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 things like a O.G. should,
I'm stacking and and packing a ten so
you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, like the mafia
Think about whooping ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in
Now you you're outdone
the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from this of sorts
You're a victim, my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you braile
From the lunatic, I death like
When I kick up wicked
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 and arms
In this dimension, I'm the
And the inventor, and the
Deranged, like the hillside
MC mangler, tough Wrangler
I write a rhyme, as concrete
Step to the heat and get like mesquite
So what you do
The narrator RBX, cell two

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

Ayo stepping the fog
And creeping the smog
It's the one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in
Busting raps for my snaps now call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the
Shooting at the hoes with the that I got
to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines,
To my homies doing time
In the pen and the jail
with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about
And it's the cops crazy
But ain't but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm sagging
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 you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't
Doggy Dogg break em with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way beat em man
We gotta em, then choke em
Like the motherfucking man
It's three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four Doggy Dogg's done