Luyện nghe bài hát Face Facts

Figured out a long ago,
Nothing's as it don't you know,
Go underground if you the scoop,
the population's out the loop,

You know I size up my sacks a couple extra grams,
got a Caddy, I got a V-Dub van,
X rolled a fatty, asked him what's the plan,
He a hit, blew out his rip, and said, let's plant the land,

You gotta smoke some just a little somthin' somthin',
hate me because I got the country buzzin',
????, you know the be jumpin',
On my product blows a chemical combustion,
name, Dustin, I spit these customs,
A.K.A. D-Loc, E-Loc's cousin,
Don't be mad, be glad, tell dad,
I be spittin' rhymes you never knew I even had,
?? walked the sunlights,
parked and got a ticket by a midget,
On a pony, I him Shorty, he started twitchin',
clickin' while he's bitchin' and I snapped,
I had a vision, I was leading in the ?? restraints I had the position,
No but kiddin' and I make that mess up in your kitchen,
I was dishin' out some sacks and me and Loc we fishin',
I keep wishin' that ease on up and quit it with your trippin',
smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candE flippin',

Let's Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Get Fat,
And We Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Flip Sacks,

Think you can out smoke me well I'm you a liar,
'cause my bowl, my I set on fire,
I'm on my with my pouch and my fat JB,
Got ten types of weed, about a pound of each,
No leaves, they're clean,
But the few hit the bing,
my phone rings, my boy ask him what he need to bring,
I said some collar green, some kale, pot, and some ale,
And that freak we met last night, I her name was uh Michelle,
Ah what the hell, put out the word any hottie with the nerve,
Richter that he will serve,

Graduated high back in '95,
Started writin' rhymes, laid low, I'm to find,
A kid me, no less, I'm kinda fresh,
the weed took a hit and got blessed,
I'm not the best, flexed on the next,
Daddy X a text, simply not complexed,
give it all I got, put the game to a test,
Keep writin' rhymes and about the rest,

Face Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Get Fat,
And We Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks,

Oooh damn, there he again,
his cigarettes out the window,
Blowin' fog with sticky indo,
You know it a dime a dozen,
Flow like Snoop, lay it in the cuttin',
Woo, I I'll pass on the brew,
And smoke my buds with the Krew,
The big bad ass, you who,
Well I can't tell if there's a difference anymore,
Goin' up or down, where's the elevator door,
Got the pimped out on the 13th floor,
Black Flag's in my speakers blarin' Me Some More,
Now a days I stay blazed a ways my brain's crazed,
Gone like punk days, I'm stackin' chips like frito lays,
been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills, funny looking pills, million dollar deals,
Three day in the Hollywood Hills, for reals,
I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk riffs, smokin' spliffs by the cliffs,
And you and your krew's about "What If's",

Let's Face Facts, Get Stacked,
Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Flip Sacks,

All this talk of blazed reminds me of reggae sundays,
Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw lord was a must,
spliffs to ?? hittin' little Jamacia's rockin' record shops,
??? in and cravin ?? eating ???,

All this talk of gettin' blazed reminds me of rock ways,
Babylon never rock our boat ???,
That's what's really goin' on life too to be a victim,
If you don't what you got, respond,
time has come to make a move down to you to come up and prove,
It's time to make a so chose,

Let's Face Facts, Get Stacked,
Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Dime Sacks.