Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

It's the ambassador
The wild fashioner
It's the God rakim, the
Feel

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

(chorus)
the streets below to everything above
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 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 keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war your tongues

(2nd verse)
Here we now
Turntable spin like a
Never 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 theodore scratch
The track caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, kids the wall
While some of y'all was waitin' for war the law
no antidote it's what you can't provoke
So just relax your girls or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it you feel quick
real thick, this is that ol' real shit
This is the of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the times and in particular
you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee
Have you and shorty doin' 80 in a 40

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

(3rd verse)
You what this is
Yeah kid, up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of
Or witcha missus, gettin kisses
Makin' faces, places her tongue 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 to keep 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, give him a minute, he'll
And all you gotta do is play the track
I'm ready and revived, baby, back

(chorus)
From the streets below to above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and the plug
You is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still
And I'm gonna keep kicking in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm faster than leopards across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me thirty to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em,
And fifty minutes for it to through my intestines
So ask yourself a question? (what )
Can the canibus
Is a fuckin porcupine swine?
No time to make up mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from
My rhymes, niggas
Like try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there left
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate for a headband
God dam eggplants, getting' me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage fred sav
And I seem to get away from it
I that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the before that
I played trumpets, to warn you I was comin'
There's one billion ways to die, and I already
million nine hundred 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 in there prime!

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