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 your mirror the scence get no clearer
Exhaling you with intentions of you
They heard about canary rap sung through of mouth
your engine out beyond regional doubt
The house next crash house
The thirty six z's for a brick in the smash
Sealing his jacks, release the pressure vac'
Pressed the pack, craving gets that
my hammer back, what the fuck you looking at?
With your hat turned back, dipped in black
These twenty two CI's you and me, street guys
The of the yellow man disguised in lies
They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the
On the rise, planning my
Lucky if you see the next day, dawned on you
Sun rise, up your 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 wheel

I'm on the lane a package of raw 'cane
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, like stick-up
Licking my out, fast flips, dips for action
Cash rules, my only
My man selling point, v'fer off his beeper
Let it be, see me, I've got the same shit cheaper
Check the spot, the whole hot
dead on the block 'cause somebody talks a lot
Yo, me not, two kids shot, in future not
Knew the plot, the spot, never forgot
South Beach 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 high and them Shaolin Island profiling
It take place, no of race
What a waste for the just to get a taste

Maybe the kid running with's and informant
He got a fat file the DA that just lay dormant
Inditments for quigles, convictions appeals
And dismissals got you thundering, can't help but
The scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on exstacy
Who sniffs shit and who's right to me?
Big on a cycle of steroids
Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go kill the
Put my life in my man's, 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, I'll probably die
Smoking weed and leaves with Albanian
Together plotting up schemes that we all
Mad up the sleave and
We know you're coming and leaving
and we get even
Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is
and kneal, take a spin on life's wheel