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 mirror the scence couldn't get no clearer
Exhaling you intentions of nailing you
They heard about canary rap 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
his pump jacks, release the pressure vac'
Pressed the powder pack, craving gets
Cock my hammer back, what the you looking at?
With your hat turned back, dipped in black
twenty two CI's like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man in lies
They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the
On the rise, my dimise
if you see the next day, never dawned on you
Sun rise, open up eyes, yo, thier on to you

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

I'm on the with a package of raw 'cane
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying stick-up
Licking my lips out, flips, dips for action
Cash rules, my attraction
My man selling point, grams off his beeper
Let it be, come see me, got the same shit cheaper
Check the spot, the whole hot
It's dead on the 'cause somebody talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in not
Knew the plot, the spot, never forgot
>From South Beach to in big body benzes
New York to the landfill and we're making no menzes
Level vests and zoom lenses
The bully all high and Shaolin Island kids profiling
It place, no discrimination of race
What a for the spotlight just to get a taste

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