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 intentions of nailing you
They heard about canary rap through word of mouth
Blow your engine out beyond regional
The house next crash house
The thirty six z's for a in the smash house
his pump jacks, release the pressure vac'
Pressed the powder pack, gets that
Cock my hammer back, the fuck you looking at?
With hat turned back, dipped down in black
These twenty two CI's like you and me, street
The eyes of the yellow man disguised in
They got the okay to buys, slaughter the flies
On the rise, planning my
if you see the next day, never dawned on you
Sun rise, open up eyes, yo, thier on to you

Remedy]
Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is
What I see, I feel
Face the fears, yo, the deal?
We must conceal, take a spin on life's

I'm on the lane with a of raw 'cane
And I'm for a pick-up, carrying like stick-up
Licking my lips out, flips, dips for action
Cash rules, my only
My man selling point, v'fer grams off his
Let it be, come see me, got the same shit cheaper
Check the spot, the shit's hot
It's on the block 'cause somebody talks a lot
Yo, me not, two kids shot, in future not
Knew the plot, the spot, never forgot
>From South Beach to Springville in big body
Through New York to the and we're making no menzes
Level vests and zoom lenses
The bully all high and them Island kids profiling
It place, no discrimination of race
What a waste for the spotlight just to get a

Maybe the kid running with's and informant
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 books of acid and who's on exstacy
Who sniffs shit and 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, hitting
On one fifty, one fifty-five, in on one sixty
A pound a month habit, son, I can't smoking
No joking, you know, I'll probably die choking
Smoking and leaves with Albanian thieves
Together plotting up that we all believe
Mad up the sleave and
We know when you're coming and
and we get even
shines on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's