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.)
siren* Ah fuck!

Check your the scence couldn't get no clearer
Exhaling you with of nailing you
heard about canary rap sung through word of mouth
Blow engine out beyond regional doubt
The house next crash house
The thirty six z's for a in the smash house
Sealing his pump jacks, release the vac'
Pressed the powder pack, gets that
my hammer back, what the fuck you looking at?
With your hat back, dipped down in black
These twenty two CI's you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man disguised in
They got the okay to make buys, slaughter the
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, everything is
What I see, what I
Face the fears, yo, what's the
We must conceal, take a spin on life's

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

Maybe the kid you're with's and informant
He got a fat file with the DA that lay dormant
for quigles, convictions followed appeals
And dismissals got you thundering, can't help but
The club scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on
Who shit and who's right next to me?
Big John's on a of steroids
Him and his boys got behind, we've gotta go the noise
Put my life in my man's, hitting
On one fifty, one fifty-five, in on one sixty
A a month habit, son, I can't stop smoking
No joking, you never know, I'll die choking
Smoking and leaves with Albanian thieves
plotting up schemes that we all believe
Mad tricks up the and
We when you're coming and leaving
and we gotta get
shines on my steel, everything is real
Pray and kneal, take a on life's wheel