Luyện nghe bài hát Shit Iz Real

Check how i it, when i was wicked, around the way
Hold my tec, cuz my niggaz by day
and thieves hit the eve of the night
Niggaz who fake real, come on a real
Six feet in the creep
Mic technique got a locked down for a week
Word is bond, shit is on like
move, cuz i'm on a nigga hitlist
You know the kid with the rock up the block
Hit him up with the glock now his pops on my
Ridiculous to think hittin me
You're not hittin me you're gettin me upset with the
But i'm a little nigga from the of bucktown
My stomping ground is brooklyn
Fuck what you heard, about what you hit
And if that's girl, then your bitch ain't shit
Fuckin all my niggaz cuz they black moon
iz real yo, pass that boom
Never parlay a l
the first hit for all my niggaz locked in jail
Then go for dolo on a coup,
the wack in the back and i'm aight all day
It's hot, is on ask the cops
Tell the dreadlock that i rule the
Ease back, man ah die like that
Eyah all de x-amount of shot in your back
Word to my hardrocks on ave
the bloodbath of the aftermath
The of duck down, bucktown is real
to my nigga five ft on the steel
On a nigga who faked the jack, yo it back
Fuck where you're from, it's about where at
Where your gat? whenever you in
iz real, all you hear is the sound
I'm real, shit iz real, the raw deal
Pick up the in the back by the field
On the word, is heard in two-third
Pump herb to my niggaz from a bag of absurd
On-the-real is down, what?
Beast step one foot in bucktown
Mr. ripper hit your back up holes
All my niggaz on g mad knows
All the breaker of the cash
nasty-ass, hittin all on my bill blass
I got a in site, hmmm
Maybe cuz i had to get it on night
a nigga from up the block, who walked the rock
Drill him, but in game i'ma head swell him
And when it comes to clips
Niggaz shit get hit with the tec at the hip
from bucktown, u.s.a.
All my must represent eryday
On the steel, iz real word to feel
Shit iz real, yo shit is mad