Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

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

(1st verse)
This is that ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You to rap, remember that? it's that
You know I'm at, there go the gat
me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
Steamin' ___, navigatin' the map
with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your 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
that no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole block
Boom boom- this one is gettin' hot
boom- make you bust another shot from the glock

(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 pull the
You emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues
From the beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still
And I'm gonna keep holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues

(2nd verse)
Here we now
Turntable like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em burial grounds
This is the that made theodore wanna scratch
The that caused the first kid to spin on his back
And we saw, kids spray-painting the wall
While some of y'all was waitin' for war the law
It's no antidote it's what you provoke
So just with your girls or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit, as it bang you feel quick
It's real thick, is that 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 doin' 80 in a 40

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

(3rd verse)
You know what is
Yeah kid, give up riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of
Or missus, gettin tropical kisses
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her hits
her neck or just peck, better to funk it
The ep is in effect from dusk to
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 come "
Hell, no- big as a elbow
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, again

(chorus)
From the streets to everything above
To the heart that pumps allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in 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 number one and competition is still
And I'm gonna keep holes 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 second to catch me to daily
It takes me thirty minutes to eat'em, minutes to digest'em,
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my
So ask yourself a (what question? )
Can the canibus
Is a porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from
My rhymes, niggas
Like somebody try to
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs there left hand
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me man
I'm surrounded by garbage like fred sav
And I can't to get away from it
I dreamed I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I trumpets, to warn you that I was comin'
There's one ways to die, and I already tried
Nine-hundred million nine hundred and ninety
When I aim and fire my rhymes, a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel
the art of emceeing is steady dieing
Canibus and rakim is still in there prime!

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