Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

It's the paragraph
The style fashioner
It's the God rakim, the
this

(1st verse)
This is that lost ass track off-the-rack of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? that
You know 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 plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest in the back
Comb the block, in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, or not
It's that no to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't wanna
Turn it up loud make the whole rattle
Boom boom- this one is gettin' hot
Boom make you bust another shot from the glock

(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 pull the
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues
From the beneath 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 is playing tug-a-war with your tongues

(2nd verse)
we come now
Turntable spin a merry-go-round
Never down, depending on how good your stereo 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 caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, kids the wall
While some of y'all was for war breakin' the law
It's no it's what you can't provoke
So just relax with your or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it bang you quick
It's real thick, this is ol' real shit
This is the description of for you to listen to
the times and nothin' in particular
Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of
Have you and your doin' 80 in a 40

(chorus)
From the streets below to above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim allah's
I swear I kick a in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues
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 know this is
Yeah kid, give up your
Vicious, visions is not for pictures
Unstoppable, witcha sickest clique of niggas
Or witcha missus, gettin kisses
Makin' faces, places her tongue hits
Suck her or just peck, better to funk it
The ep is in effect dusk to sunset
She want a rim 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 positions left till she upset
"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 again
I'm and revived, baby, back again

(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 the plug
You emcee's is playing with your tongues
From the beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still
And I'm keep kicking holes 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 twenty-two yards per to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me thirty to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em,
And fifty for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question? (what )
Can the canibus
Is a fuckin porcupine half
No to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from
My rhymes, niggas
Like try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue and red pants, throwin' up signs with there left hand
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, getting' me vexed man
Cause I'm by garbage like fred sav
And I can't to get away from it
I dreamed that I leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my life 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 hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls
you one at a time, in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is 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 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 keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing with your tongues