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.)
siren* 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 engine out beyond doubt
The stash house crash house
The thirty six z's for a brick in the house
Sealing his jacks, release the pressure vac'
the powder pack, craving gets that
Cock my hammer back, what the you looking at?
With hat turned back, dipped down in black
These twenty two like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man disguised in
They got the okay to buys, slaughter the flies
On the rise, planning my
Lucky if you see the next day, never on you
Sun rise, up your eyes, yo, thier on to you

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

I'm on the with a package of raw 'cane
And I'm for a pick-up, carrying like stick-up
Licking my lips out, fast flips, for action
Cash rules, my only
My man selling point, v'fer off his beeper
Let it be, come see me, got the same shit cheaper
Check the spot, the shit's hot
It's dead on the block somebody talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in not
Knew the plot, the spot, never forgot
>From Beach to Springville 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 them Shaolin kids profiling
It take place, no discrimination of
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 that just lay
Inditments for quigles, convictions appeals
And dismissals got you thundering, can't but wondering
The club scene, a hundred books of acid and on exstacy
Who sniffs shit and who's next to me?
Big John's on a of steroids
Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go kill the
Put my in my man's, hitting speed
On one fifty, one fifty-five, in on one sixty
A pound a month habit, son, I can't smoking
No joking, you never know, probably die choking
Smoking weed and leaves with thieves
Together plotting up schemes that we all
Mad up the sleave and
We know when you're and leaving
and we get even
Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's