Luyện nghe bài hát Can This Be Real

Yo, up?
King in the muthafuckin' house
Got my homeboy Young in the house
J-Ro's in the
But yo

Now somethin' everybody can relate to
I you hate to, but I feel great to
Be the man to shake you, you and make you
Stop sleepin' and I do it takes to

Bring a screechin' halt to the
First listen to the jam you start choosin'
And refusin', sayin' you hack it
You never bothered to take it out the jacket

Put it on the turntable, have a
if it's wack, start dissin'
Now I understand why dissin' my cut
So I in my foot and stick my fist up your butt

'Cause you have no business, really in
And I no time for that diss-diss
I shoot a rhyme at you like I'm shootin' to
And you can do is ask
(Can be real?)

Now song, I dedicate it to the sleepers
real hard, just a little teaser
For those, who told those, that the King Tee was done
No, not quite, yo, pump it

Suckers don't front, I know me you admire
I take your girl, set her soul on
I use the mic like a gun and my like ammo
I go Tyson others go Rambo

Pooh are warned, break north while you can, bub
Give up rappin', my fanclub
I'm the rap reverend, evangelist
Yo, I can this, pass me the cannabis

Pro rap artist and my are kinda raunchy
with somethin' smooth, end with somethin' punchy
See, I can rock, funk, rock, or salsa
Heavy metal or soul, disco at the casa

Just to the point of a convention
Tee does the rappin', E does the
So if you're sleepin', yo, that's ill
But when you're awake, what's question?
(Tell me, can be real)

Let me see if I can bust one off
Right here, one

As I resume my rhymes, or should I say continue
You got the to try to pretend you
Don't what I'm doin' or sayin' so far
But usually I'm done you're satisfied, of course

I don't front or fake, don't or sniff
Don't rob or steal or shoot and pimp
'Cause I love to hang out with my and chill
You think I'm a thug, so think what you will

I got a girl a curl and a hommie named Sonny
Never smoked crack the shit smelled funny
King Tee, my alter ego, not to be a sequel
Suckers try to diss me I entertain the people

Hey, I'm a murderer, your girl, I'm her
You like beefin', hah, the nerve of ya
I hit you so hard, it make your feel dizzy
Back up, punk, the King came to get
(Tell me, can be real)