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
Exhaling you with of nailing you
heard about canary rap sung through word of mouth
Blow your engine out regional doubt
The stash house next house
The thirty six z's for a brick in the smash
Sealing his pump jacks, release the vac'
Pressed the pack, craving gets that
Cock my hammer back, what the fuck you at?
With your hat turned back, dipped in black
These twenty two CI's you and me, street guys
The eyes of the yellow man in lies
They got the to make buys, slaughter the flies
On the rise, planning my
Lucky if you see the day, never dawned on you
Sun rise, up your eyes, yo, thier on to you

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

I'm on the lane with a package of raw
And I'm for a pick-up, carrying like stick-up
my lips out, fast flips, dips for action
Cash rules, my only
My man point, v'fer grams off his beeper
Let it be, come see me, I've got the same shit
Check the spot, the shit's hot
It's dead on the block 'cause talks a lot
Yo, forget me not, two kids shot, in not
Knew the plot, blew the spot, forgot
>From South to Springville in big body benzes
New York to the landfill and we're making no menzes
Level four vests and zoom
The bully all high and them Shaolin Island kids
It take place, no of race
What a waste for the just to get a taste

Maybe the kid you're with's 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 scene, a hundred 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, closing in on one
A pound a month habit, son, I can't smoking
No joking, you never know, I'll probably die
Smoking weed and with Albanian thieves
Together up schemes that we all believe
Mad up the sleave and
We know when coming and leaving
and we get even
Sunlight shines on my steel, is real
Pray and kneal, a spin on life's wheel