Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

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

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

(chorus)
From the below to everything above
To the that pumps ra-kim allah's blood
I swear I kick a 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 kicking holes in your speakers and plugs
You is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

(2nd verse)
we come now
Turntable spin a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your sounds
Set it, up in the hood we go surround
Tearin' towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that theodore wanna scratch
The track that 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 it's what you can't provoke
So just relax with your girls or your and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it you feel quick
It's real thick, is that ol' real shit
This is the of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the and nothin' in particular
Keep you goin' just a whole pot of coffee
Have you and your shorty 80 in a 40

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

(3rd verse)
You know this is
kid, give up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of
Or witcha missus, gettin kisses
faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits
Suck her neck or just peck, to funk it
The ep is in effect dusk to sunset
She want a rim all over her drum set
Jump the bed your head- 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 come "
Hell, no- doomstick big as a
Gel soft, well blow, him a minute, he'll grow
And all you do is play the track again
I'm ready and revived, baby, again

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

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm faster than running across the vast desert
In yards per second to catch me to daily delicatessen
It me thirty minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em,
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my
So ask a question? (what question? )
Can the rhyme?
Is a fuckin half 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, confuse
Like try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue and red pants, throwin' up signs with there left hand
Standin' out on the corner of 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 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 that I was
one billion ways to die, and I already tried
Nine-hundred million nine and ninety nine
When I aim and my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
you one at a time, in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is steady
Canibus and allah is still in there prime!

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