Luyện nghe bài hát R.E.A.L.I.T.Y.

Reality, ain't the truth
Rhymes actual life, in the youth

I lived in a spot millbrooke projects
The original criminal minded rap
With twenty cents in my pocket I saw the
If you're gifted and black, you got no rights
Your only true right, is a to a fight
And not a fair fight, I up wonderin' who died last night
and everything is at war
Makin' my expression hardcore
I ain't afraid to say it, and can't get with it
At in my life, I was a welfare recipient
I ate the free cheese, while the church believe
And to school everyday, like a god damn fool
anyway, here I am, chillin' at the party
Brothers lookin' at me like they to kill somebody
A manifested in the center of the jam
I got to show wack rappers really who I am
It's me against them, so I the phlegm
And the war, hardcore to the end
For lookin' inside, yeah from the out
It seems like disrespect is what rap is all
But as a culture, is really what we give it
But the culture contradicts how we live it
Cause every black kid two and three lives
The a jungle, only the strong will survive

Reality, ain't the truth
Rhymes equal life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the
Rhymes actual life, in the youth

Every single day I hear lie lie
Like "black don't die, we multiply"
So when I kick a I represent how I feel
The sacred art of keepin' it real
Why I listen, to somebody else?
How they got wealth, let me talk myself
But all I really got is hip-hop and a
The results are obvious, if I'm to my block
Occasionally, in the I'm released
To meet beasts, lookin' for the feast
We grunt and growl, on the prowl, as the air thinner
"yo yo there he go, him," the dinner
White meat, a bag of some sort
Life is short, white meat is quickly
A a muffle yet none of us hesitated
Like mother africa, white meat is
We quickly disappear, like little elves
And go into a area to fight ourselves
We say, "peace/piece" that's what we really want
A piece of the pie that flaunts

Reality, always the truth
Rhymes actual life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the
Rhymes equal life, in the youth

The truth is that police must and protect
Reality is black is shown no respect
The truth is government has a war drugs
is government is ruled by thugs
With all this technology, above and
Humanity hunts down one another
display artistic cannibalism
Through lyricism, we fight each over rhythm
Through animal instincts, we think
So the battle for mental territory is glory, end of

Reality, ain't always the
Rhymes equal life, in the youth
Reality, ain't always the
Rhymes equal actual life, in the