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.)
siren* Ah fuck!

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

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

I'm on the lane with a of raw 'cane
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying like
Licking my lips out, flips, dips for action
Cash rules, my only
My man selling point, v'fer grams off his
Let it be, come see me, I've got the same cheaper
Check the spot, the whole hot
It's dead on the block somebody talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in not
Knew the plot, blew the spot, 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 all high and them Shaolin Island kids profiling
It take place, no discrimination of
What a waste for the spotlight to get a taste

Maybe the kid you're running and informant
He got a fat with the DA that just lay dormant
Inditments for quigles, convictions appeals
And got you thundering, can't help but wondering
The club scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on
Who shit and who's right next to me?
Big John's on a cycle of
Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go the noise
Put my in my man's, hitting speed
On one fifty, one fifty-five, closing in on one
A pound a month habit, son, I stop smoking
No joking, you never know, probably die choking
weed and leaves with Albanian thieves
Together plotting up schemes that we all
Mad tricks up the and
We know when you're coming and
and we gotta get
Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, a spin on life's wheel