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 mirror the scence get no clearer
you with intentions of nailing you
They heard about rap sung through word of mouth
your engine out beyond regional doubt
The stash house next crash
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 your hat back, dipped down in black
These two CI's like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man disguised in
got the okay to make 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

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

I'm on the lane with a of raw 'cane
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, carrying like
Licking my out, fast flips, dips for action
rules, my only attraction
My man point, v'fer grams off his beeper
Let it be, see me, I've 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
the plot, blew the spot, never forgot
>From South Beach to Springville in big benzes
Through New York to the landfill and 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 you're running and informant
He got a fat file the DA that just lay dormant
Inditments for quigles, followed appeals
And got you thundering, can't help but wondering
The club scene, a hundred books of acid and on exstacy
Who sniffs shit and who's right to me?
Big John's on a cycle of
Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go kill the
Put my life in my man's, hitting
On one fifty, one fifty-five, closing in on one
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 schemes we all believe
Mad tricks up the and
We when you're coming and leaving
and we gotta get
Sunlight shines on my steel, is real
Pray and kneal, take a spin on life's