Luyện nghe bài hát Face Facts

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

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

You gotta smoke some weed just a little somthin',
Don't hate me because I got the buzzin',
????, you the crowd be jumpin',
On my blows like a chemical combustion,
Real name, Dustin, I spit customs,
A.K.A. D-Loc, little cousin,
be mad, be glad, tell your dad,
'cause I be spittin' rhymes you never knew I had,
?? walked the sunlights,
Double parked and got a by a midget,
On a pony, I called him Shorty, he twitchin',
Fingers clickin' while bitchin' and I snapped,
I had a vision, I was in the ?? restraints I had the pole position,
No but and I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen,
I was dishin' out 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 with that flippin',

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

Think you can out smoke me I'm calling you a liar,
my bowl, my bowl 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, clipped 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 night, I think her name was uh Michelle,
Ah the hell, just put out the word any hottie with the nerve,
Richter said he will serve,

Graduated high school 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 plan a text, not complexed,
give it all I got, put the game to a test,
Keep writin' and forget about the rest,

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

Oooh damn, he goes again,
his cigarettes out the window,
Blowin' fog with logs indo,
You it comes a dime a dozen,
like Snoop, lay it back in the cuttin',
Woo, I think I'll on the brew,
And smoke my buds the Kottonmouth 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 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,
Three day orgies in the 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 talking "What If's",

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

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

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

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