Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

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

(1st verse)
This is lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? that
You where I'm at, there go the gat
me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
Steamin' ___, navigatin' the map
Negotiating with a chick, she got her 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 that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, 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
it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom this one is gettin' blazin' hot
boom- make you bust another shot from the glock

(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 number one and competition is none
And I'm gonna keep kicking in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing with your tongues

(2nd verse)
Here we now
Turntable spin a merry-go-round
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 theodore wanna scratch
The track that caused the first kid to on his back
And then we saw, 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 feel
It's real thick, is that ol' real shit
is the description of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in
Keep you goin' like a whole pot of coffee
you and your shorty 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 speaker and the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war your 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

(3rd verse)
You what this is
Yeah kid, give up riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion
Unstoppable, witcha sickest clique of niggas
Or missus, gettin tropical kisses
Makin' faces, anticipatin' her tongue hits
her neck or just peck, better to funk it
The ep is in effect from to sunset
She want a rim all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin' head- it's rough sex
50 to keep a love wet
Down and up the steps with crazy positions till she upset
"damn, baby, you ain't yet? "
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 ra-kim allah's 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 speakers and plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm faster than leopards running the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to delicatessen
It takes me thirty to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em,
And fifty minutes for it to pass through my
So ask yourself a question? (what )
Can the rhyme?
Is a fuckin half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or
Clip you while running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, niggas
Like somebody try to
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, niggas me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like sav
And I seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the before that
I played trumpets, to warn you that I was
There's one billion ways to die, and I tried
Nine-hundred million hundred and ninety nine
I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel
the art of emceeing is steady dieing
Canibus and allah is still in there prime!

(chorus)
From the below to everything above
To the heart pumps ra-kim 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 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 tug-a-war with your tongues