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 mirror the scence couldn't get no clearer
you with intentions of nailing you
They heard about rap sung through word of mouth
Blow your engine out beyond doubt
The stash house crash house
The thirty six z's for a brick in the smash
Sealing his jacks, release the pressure vac'
Pressed the powder pack, craving gets
Cock my back, what the fuck you looking at?
With your hat turned back, dipped in black
twenty two CI's like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man in lies
They got the okay to make buys, the flies
On the rise, my dimise
Lucky if you see the day, never dawned on you
Sun rise, open up eyes, yo, thier on to you

Remedy]
Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
What I see, what I
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 stick-up
Licking my lips out, fast flips, dips for
Cash rules, my only
My man selling point, v'fer 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 somebody a lot
Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in not
Knew the plot, blew the spot, never
>From South Beach to Springville in big benzes
Through New York to the landfill and we're no menzes
Level four vests and zoom
The bully all high and them Shaolin Island profiling
It place, no discrimination of race
What a waste for the just to get a taste

Maybe the kid you're running with's and
He got a fat file with the DA that just lay
Inditments for quigles, followed appeals
And dismissals got you thundering, help but wondering
The club scene, a books of acid and who's on exstacy
Who sniffs shit and right next to me?
Big John's on a of steroids
Him and his boys got behind, we've 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, probably die choking
Smoking weed and leaves with thieves
Together plotting up schemes that we all
Mad up the sleave and
We know when you're coming and
and we get even
Sunlight shines on my steel, is real
and kneal, take a spin on life's wheel