Luyện nghe bài hát Face Facts

Figured out a long ago,
as it seems don't you know,
Go underground if you the scoop,
'cause the out the loop,

You know I size up my sacks with a extra grams,
D-Loc got a Caddy, I got a van,
X Daddy rolled a fatty, him what's 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 the crowd 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,
'cause I be spittin' 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',
Fingers clickin' he's bitchin' and I snapped,
I had a vision, I was leading in the ?? I had the pole position,
No but and I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen,
I was out some sacks and me and Loc we were fishin',
I wishin' that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin',
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it that candE flippin',

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

you can out smoke me well I'm calling 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 he need to bring,
I said collar green, some kale, some pot, and some ale,
And that freak we met night, I think her name was uh Michelle,
Ah what the hell, just put out the word any with the nerve,
Richter said he will serve,

Graduated high back in '95,
writin' rhymes, laid low, I'm hard to find,
A kid me, no less, I'm kinda fresh,
Discovered the weed a hit and got blessed,
I'm not the best, just on the next,
X plan 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 Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Caddilacs,
Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks,

Oooh damn, he goes 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 think pass on the brew,
And my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you who,
Well I really can't tell if there's a anymore,
up or goin' down, where's the elevator door,
Got the out suite on the 13th floor,
Black Flag's in my blarin' Give Me Some More,
Now a I stay blazed a hundred ways my brain's 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,
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 about "What If's",

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

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

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

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