Luyện nghe bài hát Face Facts

Figured out a long ago,
Nothing's as it seems you know,
Go underground if you the scoop,
the population's out the loop,

You know I up my sacks with a couple extra grams,
D-Loc got a Caddy, I got a van,
X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him the plan,
He took a hit, blew out his rip, and said, plant the land,

You gotta smoke some weed a little somthin' somthin',
hate me because I got the country buzzin',
????, you know the be jumpin',
On my blows like a chemical combustion,
Real name, Dustin, I spit 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,
?? into the sunlights,
Double parked and got a by a midget,
On a pony, I called him Shorty, he twitchin',
clickin' while he's bitchin' and I snapped,
I had a vision, I was leading in the ?? I had the pole position,
No but kiddin' and I didn't make mess up in your kitchen,
I was dishin' out some sacks and me and Loc we fishin',
I keep that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin',
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with candE flippin',

Let's Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, 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 couch with my and my fat JB,
Got ten different types of weed, about a of each,
No leaves, clipped clean,
But the few hit the bing,
Then my phone rings, my boy ask him he need to bring,
I said collar green, some kale, some pot, and some ale,
And freak we met last night, I think her name was uh Michelle,
Ah what the hell, just put out the any hottie with the nerve,
Richter that he will serve,

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

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

damn, there he goes again,
Throwin' his out the window,
fog with logs sticky indo,
You it comes a dime a dozen,
Flow Snoop, lay it back in the cuttin',
Woo, I I'll pass on the brew,
And smoke my buds the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you who,
Well I really can't tell if a difference anymore,
Goin' up or goin' down, where's the door,
Got the out suite on the 13th floor,
Black in my speakers blarin' Give Me Some More,
Now a days I stay blazed a hundred ways my crazed,
Gone like those punk days, I'm stackin' like frito lays,
I've to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills, funny looking pills, million dollar deals,
Three day orgies in the Hills, for reals,
I don't be speakin' no myths, on punk rock riffs, smokin' spliffs by the cliffs,
And you and your krew's talking "What If's",

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

All this talk of gettin' reminds me of reggae sundays,
Lazy dread and bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must,
Burnin' spliffs to ?? hittin' Jamacia's rockin' record shops,
??? in stock and cravin ?? ???,

All talk of gettin' blazed reminds me of punk rock ways,
Babylon could never rock our ???,
That's really goin' on life too short to be a victim,
If you like what you got, respond,
When time has come to make a move down to you to up and prove,
time to make a change so chose,

Let's Face Facts, Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Get Fat,
And We Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks.