Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

It's the paragraph
The style fashioner
the God rakim, the master
Feel

(1st verse)
This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a
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
Steamin' ___, speedin' the map
with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
Premeditated plan of attack, two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone hot
Get out you own the spot, home or not
It's that no mood to play, out the my way
Yo, I been this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, is that ol' y'all niggas don't wanna battle
Turn it up make the whole block rattle
boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust shot from the glock

(chorus)
From the streets below to 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 with tongues
From the 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 is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

(2nd verse)
Here we now
spin like a merry-go-round
Never down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the where we go surround
through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made wanna scratch
The that caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, kids spray-painting the
While some of y'all was for war breakin' the law
no antidote it's what you can't provoke
So just relax your girls or your mans and smoke
And take a hit, soon as it bang you feel quick
It's thick, this is that ol' real shit
This is the description of designs for you to to
the times and nothin' in particular
Keep you just like a whole pot of coffee
you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40

(chorus)
From the below to everything above
To the heart that pumps allah's blood
I swear I kick a in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues
From the beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in 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 tropical
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue
Suck her neck or peck, better to funk it
The ep is in effect dusk to sunset
She a rim shot all over her drum set
the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex
50 to keep a love wet
Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she
"damn, baby, you ain't come "
Hell, no- doomstick big as a
Gel soft, blow, give him a minute, he'll grow
And all you gotta do is play the track
I'm and revived, baby, back again

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

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to delicatessen
It takes me thirty minutes to eat'em, forty to digest'em,
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my
So ask yourself a (what question? )
Can the rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up behind
My rhymes, confuse
Like try to gang-bang
a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there 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 surrounded by garbage like sav
And I can't seem to get from it
I dreamed that I leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before
I played trumpets, to warn you that I was
There's one billion ways to die, and I tried
million nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel
While the art of is steady dieing
Canibus and allah is still in there prime!

(chorus)
the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim blood
I I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You is playing 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 in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You is playing tug-a-war with your tongues