Luyện nghe bài hát Face Facts

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

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

You smoke some weed just a little somthin' somthin',
Don't me because I got the country buzzin',
????, you know the be jumpin',
On my blows like a chemical combustion,
Real name, Dustin, I these customs,
A.K.A. D-Loc, E-Loc's cousin,
be mad, be glad, tell your dad,
'cause I be spittin' 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',
Fingers 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 that 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 that candE flippin',

Face 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 couch my pouch and my fat JB,
Got ten different of weed, about a pound of each,
No leaves, clipped clean,
But the few hit the bing,
Then my phone rings, my boy ask him what he to bring,
I said collar green, some kale, some pot, and some ale,
And that freak we met last night, I her name was uh Michelle,
Ah what the hell, just put out the any hottie with the nerve,
Richter said he will serve,

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

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

damn, there he goes again,
Throwin' his out the window,
Blowin' fog 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 with the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you who,
Well I really can't if there's a difference anymore,
Goin' up or down, where's the elevator door,
Got the pimped out suite on the floor,
Black Flag's in my blarin' Give Me Some More,
Now a days I stay blazed a hundred my brain's crazed,
Gone like those days, I'm stackin' chips like frito lays,
I've to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills, funny looking pills, million dollar deals,
day orgies in the Hollywood Hills, for reals,
I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs, spliffs by the cliffs,
And you and your krew's talking "What If's",

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

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

All this talk of gettin' blazed me of punk rock ways,
Babylon could rock our boat ???,
That's what's goin' on life too short to be a victim,
If you like what you got, respond,
When time has come to make a move to you to come up and prove,
time to make a change so chose,

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