Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

It's the ambassador
The style fashioner
It's the God rakim, the
Feel

(1st verse)
This is that lost ass track kind of a track
You to rap, remember that? it's that
You know where I'm at, 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 head on your lap, ya hand on gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the that's hot
Get out you own the spot, home or not
It's 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 don't wanna battle
Turn it up loud the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is gettin' hot
Boom make you bust another shot from the glock

(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 emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues
From the beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is none
And I'm gonna keep holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war your tongues

(2nd verse)
Here we now
spin like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your sounds
Set it, up in the hood we go surround
Tearin' through towns, 'em into burial grounds
This is the that made theodore wanna scratch
The track that caused the first kid to on his back
And then we saw, kids the wall
While of y'all 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 quick
real thick, this is that ol' real shit
This is the of designs for you to listen to
the times and nothin' in particular
Keep you goin' just like a pot of coffee
Have you and shorty doin' 80 in a 40

(chorus)
From the below to everything above
To the that pumps ra-kim allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your and pull 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 still
And I'm keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs

(3rd verse)
You know this is
Yeah kid, up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of
Or missus, gettin tropical kisses
Makin' faces, places her tongue hits
Suck her neck or peck, better to funk it
The ep is in effect from dusk to
She a rim shot all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin' your it's rough sex
50 to keep a love wet
Down and up the with crazy positions left 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 do is play the track again
I'm ready and revived, baby, again

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

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm faster leopards 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 minutes for it to pass 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 you're running 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 of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me man
Cause I'm by garbage like fred sav
And I can't seem to get away it
I that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I slayed hundreds, and in the before that
I trumpets, to warn you that I was comin'
There's one billion ways to die, and I already
Nine-hundred nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, a hundred cannon balls flying
you one at a time, in a parallel line
While the art of is steady dieing
Canibus and rakim allah is in there prime!

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