Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

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

(1st verse)
is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember it's that
You know where I'm at, go the gat
Pass me a bat, the 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 deadliest mens in the
Comb the block, stop in the that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, or not
that no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all don't wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole rattle
boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot the glock

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

(2nd verse)
we come now
Turntable like a merry-go-round
slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood we go surround
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial
This is the track that made theodore scratch
The track caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, spray-painting the wall
While some of was waitin' 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, is that ol' real shit
is the description of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in
you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee
Have you and shorty doin' 80 in a 40

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

(3rd verse)
You what this is
kid, give up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha clique of niggas
Or witcha missus, tropical kisses
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue
her neck or just peck, better to funk it
The ep is in from dusk to sunset
She want a rim shot all over her set
Jump the bed rubbin' head- it's rough sex
50 ways to keep a wet
Down and up the steps with positions left till she upset
"damn, baby, you ain't yet? "
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 ready and revived, baby, again

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

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to delicatessen
It takes me thirty minutes to eat'em, minutes to digest'em,
And fifty minutes for it to pass my intestines
So ask a question? (what question? )
Can the canibus
Is a fuckin porcupine swine?
No time to make up mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse
somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up with there left hand
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me man
I'm surrounded 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 hundreds, and in the life before that
I trumpets, to warn you that I was comin'
one billion ways to die, and I already tried
Nine-hundred million 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 emceeing is steady
Canibus and rakim allah is in there prime!

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