Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is Real

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

Check your the scence couldn't get no clearer
you with intentions of nailing you
They heard about rap sung through word of mouth
Blow your engine out regional doubt
The stash house next house
The six z's for a brick in the smash house
Sealing his pump jacks, the pressure vac'
Pressed the powder pack, craving that
my hammer back, what the fuck you looking at?
With hat turned back, dipped down in black
These twenty two CI's you and me, street guys
The eyes of the man disguised in lies
They got the to make buys, slaughter the flies
On the rise, my dimise
Lucky if you see the day, never dawned on you
Sun rise, open up your eyes, yo, on to you

[Chorus:
Sunlight shines on my steel, is real
What I see, what I
the fears, yo, what's the deal?
We must conceal, take a spin on wheel

I'm on the with a package of raw 'cane
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying like
Licking my out, fast flips, dips for action
rules, my only attraction
My man point, v'fer grams off his beeper
Let it be, come see me, I've got the same cheaper
Check the spot, the whole hot
It's dead on the 'cause somebody talks a lot
Yo, me not, two kids shot, in future not
the plot, blew the spot, never forgot
>From South Beach to in big body benzes
Through New York to the landfill and we're making no
four vests and zoom lenses
The bully all high and them Shaolin Island profiling
It take place, no discrimination of
What a waste for the 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, can't but wondering
The club scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on
Who sniffs shit and right next 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, speed
On one fifty, one fifty-five, closing in on one
A pound a habit, son, I can't stop smoking
No joking, you know, I'll probably die choking
Smoking weed and leaves with Albanian
Together plotting up schemes we all believe
Mad tricks up the and
We know when you're and leaving
and we gotta get
shines on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's