Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is Real

(Yeah. Yo. up yo?)
up? (You got that shit right?)
Yeah. I got it. (Good go then.)
*police Ah fuck!

Check mirror the scence couldn't get no clearer
Exhaling you with intentions of you
They about canary rap sung through word of mouth
Blow your engine out beyond doubt
The stash house next house
The thirty six z's for a brick in the smash
Sealing his pump jacks, the pressure vac'
Pressed the powder pack, craving gets
Cock my hammer back, the fuck you looking at?
With your hat turned back, dipped in black
These two CI's like you and me, street guys
The of the yellow man disguised in lies
They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the
On the rise, planning my
if you see the next day, never dawned on you
Sun rise, up your eyes, yo, thier on to you

Remedy]
Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is
I see, what I feel
Face the fears, yo, the deal?
We must conceal, a spin on life's wheel

I'm on the lane with a package of raw
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying stick-up
Licking my out, fast flips, dips for action
Cash rules, my only
My man selling point, v'fer off his beeper
Let it be, see me, I've got the same shit cheaper
the spot, the whole shit's hot
It's dead on the block somebody talks a lot
Yo, me not, two kids shot, in future not
Knew the plot, the spot, never forgot
>From Beach to Springville in big body benzes
Through New to the landfill and we're making no menzes
Level four and zoom lenses
The bully all high and them Shaolin kids profiling
It take place, no discrimination of
a waste for the spotlight just to get a taste

Maybe the kid you're running with's and
He got a fat with the DA that just lay dormant
for quigles, convictions followed appeals
And dismissals got you thundering, help but wondering
The scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on exstacy
Who sniffs shit and who's right to me?
Big on a cycle of steroids
Him and his boys got behind, gotta go kill the noise
Put my life in my man's, hitting
On one fifty, one fifty-five, in on one sixty
A a month habit, son, I can't stop smoking
No joking, you know, I'll probably die choking
Smoking weed and leaves with thieves
Together plotting up schemes we all believe
Mad up the sleave and
We know you're coming and leaving
and we get even
Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a on life's wheel