Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Is Real

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

Check your 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 stash house next house
The thirty six z's for a in the smash house
Sealing his pump jacks, the pressure vac'
Pressed the pack, craving gets that
my hammer back, what the fuck you looking at?
With your hat turned back, down in black
These twenty two CI's you and me, street guys
The eyes of the man disguised 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, open up your eyes, yo, on to you

[Chorus:
Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
What I see, I feel
Face the fears, yo, what's the
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, carrying stick-up
my lips out, fast flips, dips for action
Cash rules, my only
My man selling point, grams off his beeper
Let it be, come see me, I've got the shit cheaper
Check the spot, the whole hot
It's dead on the 'cause somebody talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in not
Knew the plot, blew the spot, never
>From South to Springville in big body benzes
New York to the landfill and we're making no menzes
Level four vests and 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 running with's and
He got a fat with 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 and who's on exstacy
Who shit and who's right next to me?
Big John's on a of steroids
Him and his got behind, we've gotta go kill the noise
Put my in my man's, hitting speed
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 probably die
Smoking weed and leaves Albanian thieves
Together up schemes that we all believe
Mad tricks up the and
We when you're coming and leaving
and we get even
shines on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a spin on wheel