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 mirror the scence couldn't get no clearer
Exhaling you with intentions of you
They heard about canary rap through word of mouth
Blow your engine out beyond regional
The house 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 that
Cock my hammer back, what the fuck you at?
With your hat turned back, dipped in black
These twenty two CI's you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man in lies
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, what I
Face the fears, yo, what's the
We must conceal, take a spin on wheel

I'm on the lane with a package of raw
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, like stick-up
Licking my lips out, fast flips, dips for
Cash rules, my only
My man point, v'fer grams off his beeper
Let it be, see me, I've got the same shit cheaper
the spot, the whole shit's hot
It's dead on the block 'cause talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two shot, in future not
Knew the plot, blew the spot, never
>From South to Springville in big body benzes
Through New York to the and we're making no menzes
Level four vests and lenses
The bully all high and Shaolin Island kids profiling
It place, no discrimination of race
a waste for the spotlight just to get a taste

Maybe the kid running with's and informant
He got a fat file with the DA that lay dormant
for quigles, convictions followed appeals
And dismissals got you thundering, can't help but
The club scene, a hundred of acid and who's on exstacy
Who sniffs shit and right next to me?
Big John's on a cycle of
Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go the noise
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 stop smoking
No joking, you never know, I'll probably die
weed and leaves with Albanian thieves
Together plotting up that we all believe
Mad up the sleave and
We when you're coming and leaving
and we gotta get
Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is
Pray and kneal, take a spin on wheel