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 scence get no clearer
Exhaling you with intentions of you
They heard about rap sung through word of mouth
your engine out beyond regional doubt
The stash next crash house
The thirty six z's for a in the smash house
Sealing his pump jacks, release the pressure
Pressed the powder pack, craving gets
Cock my back, what the fuck you looking at?
With your hat turned back, dipped in black
These twenty two like you and me, street guys
The eyes of the man disguised in lies
They got the okay to make buys, the flies
On the rise, planning my
if you see the next day, never dawned on you
Sun rise, open up your eyes, yo, on to you

[Chorus:
Sunlight on my steel, everything is real
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 lane with a package of raw
And I'm waiting for a pick-up, like 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, come see me, I've got the shit cheaper
the spot, the whole shit's hot
It's dead on the block 'cause somebody a lot
Yo, forget me not, two shot, in future not
Knew the plot, blew the spot, forgot
>From Beach to Springville in big body benzes
Through New York to the landfill and making no menzes
Level vests and zoom lenses
The bully all high and them Shaolin Island kids
It take place, no of race
What a waste for the spotlight just to get a

Maybe the kid you're with's and informant
He got a fat file with the DA just lay dormant
Inditments for quigles, convictions appeals
And dismissals got you thundering, help but wondering
The club scene, a hundred books of acid and who's on
Who sniffs shit and who's right to me?
Big on a cycle of steroids
Him and his boys got behind, we've go kill the noise
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 know, I'll probably die choking
weed and leaves with Albanian thieves
Together up schemes that we all believe
Mad up the sleave and
We when you're coming and leaving
and we gotta get
Sunlight shines on my steel, everything is
Pray and kneal, take a on life's wheel