Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is Real

(Yeah. Yo. up yo?)
What's up? (You got that 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 canary rap sung through word of mouth
your engine out beyond regional doubt
The stash house crash house
The thirty six z's for a brick in the smash
Sealing his jacks, release the pressure vac'
Pressed the powder pack, craving that
Cock my back, what the fuck you looking at?
your hat turned back, dipped down in black
These two CI's like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man disguised in
They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the
On the rise, my dimise
Lucky if you see the next day, never 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, 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
my lips out, fast flips, dips for action
Cash rules, my only
My man point, v'fer grams off his beeper
Let it be, come see me, I've got the shit cheaper
the spot, the whole shit's hot
It's dead on the block somebody talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two shot, in future not
Knew the plot, the spot, never forgot
>From South Beach to Springville in big benzes
Through New York to the landfill and making no menzes
Level vests and zoom lenses
The all high and them Shaolin Island kids profiling
It place, no discrimination of race
What a waste for the spotlight to get a taste

Maybe the kid you're running with's and
He got a fat file 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 and who's right next to me?
Big John's on a cycle of
Him and his got behind, we've gotta go kill the noise
Put my in my man's, hitting 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, probably die choking
Smoking and leaves with Albanian thieves
Together plotting up schemes that we all
Mad tricks up the and
We when you're coming and leaving
and we get even
Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's