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.)
*police Ah fuck!

Check your mirror the scence couldn't get no
Exhaling you with of nailing you
They heard about canary rap sung through word of
Blow your engine out beyond regional
The stash house next house
The thirty six z's for a in the smash house
Sealing his pump jacks, release the pressure
Pressed the powder pack, craving that
Cock my hammer back, the fuck you looking at?
your hat turned back, dipped down in black
These two CI's like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man in lies
They got the to make 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, is real
What I see, I feel
the fears, yo, what's the deal?
We must conceal, take a spin on life's

I'm on the lane a package of raw 'cane
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying like
Licking my lips out, fast flips, for action
rules, my only attraction
My man selling point, grams off his beeper
Let it be, come see me, I've got the shit cheaper
Check the spot, the shit's hot
It's dead on the block somebody talks a lot
Yo, me not, two kids shot, in future not
Knew the plot, blew the spot, forgot
South Beach to Springville in big body benzes
Through New York to the landfill and we're making no
Level vests and zoom lenses
The bully all high and them Shaolin Island profiling
It take place, no of race
What a waste for the spotlight to get a taste

Maybe the kid you're with's and informant
He got a fat file the DA that just lay dormant
Inditments for quigles, convictions followed
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 cycle of
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 can't smoking
No joking, you never know, probably die choking
Smoking weed and leaves Albanian thieves
Together plotting up schemes that we all
Mad up the sleave and
We know when you're and leaving
and we get even
shines on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a spin on wheel