Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

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

(1st verse)
This is that ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, that? it's that
You where I'm at, there go the gat
me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
Steamin' ___, speedin' 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 mens in the
the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out you own the spot, home or not
It's that no mood to play, out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't battle
Turn it up make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the

(chorus)
From the streets below to above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim blood
I swear I kick a in your speaker 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 competition is none
And I'm gonna keep kicking in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your

(2nd verse)
we come now
Turntable spin like a
slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the where we go surround
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into grounds
is the track that made theodore wanna scratch
The track caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, kids the wall
While of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law
It's no it's what you can't provoke
So just with your girls or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it you feel quick
It's real thick, is that ol' real shit
This is the of designs for you to listen to
the times and nothin' in particular
Keep you goin' 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 ra-kim allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your and pull the plug
You is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
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 speakers and plugs

(3rd verse)
You what this is
Yeah kid, give up riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of
Or witcha missus, gettin kisses
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her hits
Suck her neck or 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' your head- it's sex
50 ways to keep a wet
Down and up the steps with crazy positions left she upset
"damn, baby, you ain't come "
Hell, no- doomstick big as a
Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll
And all you do is play the track again
I'm and revived, baby, back again

(chorus)
the streets below to everything above
To the heart that 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
the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war your tongues

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm faster leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily
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 (what question? )
Can the rhyme?
Is a fuckin half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you run or die?
you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, niggas
Like somebody try to
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there left
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage 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 past I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I played trumpets, to you that I was comin'
There's one billion ways to die, and I tried
Nine-hundred nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a cannon balls 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 streets below to above
To the heart that pumps allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war your tongues
From the streets beneath my to the sun
I'm number one and is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues