Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

It's the ambassador
The wild style
It's the God rakim, the
this

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

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

(2nd verse)
Here we now
Turntable spin a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
Tearin' towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made theodore wanna
The track caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, spray-painting the wall
some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law
It's no antidote it's what you provoke
So just relax with your girls or your and smoke
And take a hit, soon as it bang you feel quick
It's real thick, this is ol' real shit
This is the description of for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in
Keep you goin' just like a pot of coffee
Have you and your shorty 80 in a 40

(chorus)
From the streets below to above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the
You emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues
the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin'

(3rd verse)
You know what is
Yeah kid, give up riches
Vicious, is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of
Or witcha missus, gettin tropical
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her hits
her neck or just peck, better to funk it
The ep is in effect from to sunset
She want a rim shot all over her set
Jump the bed rubbin' your it's rough sex
50 ways to a love wet
Down and up the steps with crazy left till she upset
"damn, baby, you ain't yet? "
Hell, no- doomstick big as a
Gel soft, well blow, him a minute, he'll grow
And all you gotta do is play the again
I'm ready and revived, baby, back

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

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm faster than running across the vast desert
In yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me thirty minutes to eat'em, forty to digest'em,
And fifty for it to pass through my intestines
So ask a question? (what question? )
Can the canibus
Is a porcupine half swine?
No time to make up mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse
somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there hand
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me man
Cause I'm by garbage like fred sav
And I can't seem to get away it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life that
I played trumpets, to warn you I was comin'
There's one billion ways to die, and I tried
Nine-hundred million nine and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel
While the art of is steady dieing
Canibus and rakim allah is still in prime!

(chorus)
From the streets below to everything
To the heart that ra-kim allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in 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 your speakers and pullin'
You emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues