Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

It's the paragraph
The wild fashioner
the god Rakim, the master
Feel

(1st verse)
This is lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, that? It's that
You know where I'm at, go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed of attack
Steamin' ___, speedin' the map
Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone hot
Get out you own the spot, home or not
It's that no mood to play, out the my way
Yo, I whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all don't wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole rattle
boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom make you bust another shot from the Glock

(Chorus)
the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim blood
I swear I kick a in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing with your tongues
From the streets beneath my to the sun
I'm number one and is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your

(2nd verse)
Here we now
Turntable spin like a
slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made wanna scratch
The track that caused the