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 canary rap through word of mouth
Blow your out beyond regional doubt
The stash next crash house
The six z's for a brick in the smash house
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 back, dipped down in black
These two CI's like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the man disguised in lies
They got the okay to make buys, the flies
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

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Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
What I see, what I
Face the fears, yo, the deal?
We conceal, take a spin on life's wheel

I'm on the lane with a of raw 'cane
And I'm for a pick-up, carrying like stick-up
Licking my lips out, fast flips, dips for
Cash rules, my attraction
My man selling point, v'fer grams off his
Let it be, come see me, got the same shit cheaper
Check the spot, the whole hot
It's dead on the block 'cause talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two shot, in future not
Knew the plot, the spot, never forgot
>From South to Springville in big body benzes
Through New York to the landfill and making no menzes
Level four vests and zoom
The bully all and them Shaolin Island kids profiling
It take place, no discrimination of
What a for the spotlight 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, help but wondering
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 got behind, we've gotta go kill the noise
Put my life in my man's, hitting
On one fifty, one fifty-five, in on one sixty
A pound a habit, son, I can't stop smoking
No joking, you never know, I'll die choking
weed and leaves with Albanian thieves
Together plotting up schemes we all believe
Mad up the sleave and
We know when you're and leaving
and we gotta get
shines on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, a spin on life's wheel