Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

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

(1st verse)
This is that lost ass track 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 kill-or-be-killed kind of
Steamin' ___, speedin' the map
with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
Premeditated of attack, with 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 to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't battle
it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another from the glock

(chorus)
From the streets below to everything
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 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 emcee's is playing 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 hood where we go
through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made theodore scratch
The track that caused the first kid to spin on his
And then we saw, kids the wall
While some of y'all was for war breakin' the law
It's no antidote what you can't provoke
So just relax with girls or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it you feel quick
real thick, this is that ol' real shit
This is the of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the and nothin' in particular
Keep you goin' like a whole pot of coffee
Have you and shorty doin' 80 in a 40

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

(3rd verse)
You what this is
Yeah kid, up your riches
Vicious, is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha 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 shot all over her set
Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's sex
50 to keep a love wet
Down and up the steps with crazy positions till she upset
"damn, baby, you come yet? "
Hell, no- doomstick big as a
Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll
And all you gotta do is the track again
I'm ready and revived, baby, back

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

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm faster than leopards running across the 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 through my intestines
So ask yourself a question? (what )
Can the rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or
Clip you while you're by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse
Like somebody try to
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up with there left hand
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a
God dam eggplants, niggas me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like sav
And I can't seem to get 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 played trumpets, to warn you that I was
There's one ways to die, and I already tried
Nine-hundred million hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel
While the art of emceeing is dieing
Canibus and allah is still in there prime!

(chorus)
From the below to everything above
To the that 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 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 pullin'
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your