Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is Real

(Yeah. Yo. up yo?)
up? (You got that shit right?)
Yeah. I got it. (Good go then.)
*police Ah fuck!

Check your mirror the couldn't get no clearer
Exhaling you with of nailing you
They heard about rap sung 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 pump jacks, release the pressure
Pressed the powder pack, craving gets
Cock my back, what the fuck you looking at?
With your hat back, dipped down in black
These twenty two CI's like you and me, guys
The eyes of the man disguised in lies
They got the okay to buys, slaughter the flies
On the rise, my dimise
Lucky if you see the next day, never on you
Sun rise, open up your eyes, yo, on to you

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

I'm on the with a package of raw 'cane
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, like stick-up
my lips out, fast 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
the spot, the whole shit's hot
It's on the block 'cause somebody talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two shot, in future not
Knew the plot, blew the spot, never
>From South Beach to Springville in big body
New York to the landfill and we're making no menzes
Level four and zoom lenses
The bully all high and them Shaolin Island profiling
It place, no discrimination of race
What a for the spotlight just to get a taste

Maybe the kid you're running 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 club scene, a hundred books of acid and on exstacy
Who sniffs and who's right next to me?
Big on a cycle of steroids
Him and his boys got behind, gotta go kill the noise
Put my life in my man's, speed
On one fifty, one fifty-five, in on one sixty
A pound a month habit, son, I stop smoking
No joking, you know, I'll probably die choking
Smoking weed and with Albanian thieves
Together plotting up schemes that we all
Mad up the sleave and
We know when coming and leaving
and we get even
Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's