Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is Real

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

Check your mirror the scence couldn't get no
Exhaling you with intentions of you
They heard about canary rap sung through of mouth
your engine out beyond regional doubt
The stash next crash house
The thirty six z's for a brick in the smash
Sealing his pump jacks, release the vac'
Pressed the pack, craving gets that
Cock my back, what the fuck you looking at?
With hat turned back, dipped down in black
These two CI's like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the man disguised in lies
They got the okay to buys, slaughter the flies
On the rise, my dimise
Lucky if you see the next day, dawned on you
Sun rise, open up your eyes, yo, on to you

Remedy]
Sunlight shines on my steel, is real
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 a package of raw 'cane
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying stick-up
Licking my lips out, fast flips, for action
rules, my only attraction
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 'cause somebody talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two shot, in future not
Knew the plot, the spot, never forgot
>From South to Springville in big body benzes
Through New to the landfill and we're making no menzes
four vests and zoom lenses
The bully all and them Shaolin Island kids profiling
It place, no discrimination of race
What a for the spotlight just to get a taste

Maybe the kid running with's and informant
He got a fat file with the DA just lay dormant
Inditments for quigles, followed appeals
And dismissals got you thundering, can't but wondering
The club scene, a hundred of acid and who's on exstacy
Who sniffs shit and who's right to me?
Big John's on a of steroids
Him and his got behind, we've gotta go kill the noise
Put my life in my man's, speed
On one fifty, one fifty-five, closing in on one
A a month habit, son, I can't stop smoking
No joking, you never know, I'll die choking
weed and leaves with Albanian thieves
Together plotting up schemes we all believe
Mad up the sleave and
We know when you're and leaving
and we get even
shines on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, a spin on life's wheel