Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

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

(1st verse)
This is that lost ass off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember it's that
You where I'm at, there 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 your most deadliest in the back
Comb the block, in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, or not
It's no mood 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- one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the

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

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

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

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

(chorus)
the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim blood
I swear I kick a hole in your and pull 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 gonna keep holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing with your tongues

Yo!
it, yo!

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

(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 emcee's is playing with your tongues
From the streets my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war your tongues