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 I size up my sacks with a couple 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, plant the land,

You gotta smoke some weed just a little somthin',
Don't hate me because I got the buzzin',
????, you know the be jumpin',
On my blows like a chemical combustion,
name, Dustin, I spit these customs,
A.K.A. D-Loc, little cousin,
Don't be mad, be glad, tell dad,
'cause I be spittin' rhymes you knew I even had,
?? into the sunlights,
Double 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 ?? restraints I had the position,
No but kiddin' and I didn't make mess up in your kitchen,
I was dishin' out some and me and Loc we were fishin',
I keep wishin' you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin',
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that flippin',

Let's Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Dime 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 types of weed, about a 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 green, some kale, some pot, and some ale,
And that we met last night, I think her name was uh Michelle,
Ah what the hell, put out the word any hottie with the nerve,
said that he will serve,

Graduated school back in '95,
Started writin' rhymes, 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 plan a text, not complexed,
I'll it all I got, put the game to a test,
Keep writin' rhymes and about the rest,

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

Oooh damn, there he again,
his cigarettes out the window,
Blowin' fog with sticky indo,
You know it comes a a dozen,
Flow like Snoop, lay it in the cuttin',
Woo, I think pass on the brew,
And smoke my with the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you who,
I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore,
Goin' up or goin' down, where's the door,
Got the pimped out on the 13th floor,
Black Flag's in my speakers blarin' Give Me More,
Now a days I stay blazed a ways my brain's crazed,
Gone like those punk days, I'm stackin' chips like lays,
I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills, funny pills, million dollar deals,
Three day in the Hollywood 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 about "What If's",

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

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

All this talk of gettin' blazed reminds me of rock ways,
Babylon could rock our boat ???,
what's really goin' 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 time to make a so chose,

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