Luyện nghe bài hát R.E.A.L.I.T.Y.

Reality, always the truth
equal actual life, in the youth

I in a spot called millbrooke projects
The criminal minded rap topic
With twenty in my pocket I saw the light
If you're young and black, you got no rights
Your only true right, is a right to a
And not a fight, I wake up wonderin' who died last night
and everything is at war
Makin' my poetic expression
I ain't afraid to say it, and many get with it
At times in my life, I was a welfare
I ate the free cheese, while the church said
And went to school everyday, a god damn fool
Well anyway, here I am, at the party
lookin' at me like they want to kill somebody
A manifested in the center of the jam
I got to show wack rappers really who I am
me against them, so I clear the phlegm
And wage the war, to the end
For someone lookin' inside, from the out
It seems like disrespect is rap is all about
But hip-hop as a culture, is really we give it
But sometimes the contradicts how we live it
every black kid lives two and three lives
The city's a jungle, only the will survive

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

Every single day I hear lie lie
"black people don't die, we multiply"
So when I a rhyme I represent how I feel
The sacred street art of it real
Why I listen, to somebody else?
How got wealth, let me talk about myself
But all I got is hip-hop and a glock
The are obvious, if I'm confined to my block
Occasionally, in the city I'm
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 caught
A scuffle a 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" cause that's what we really
A piece of the pie that flaunts

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

The is that police must serve and protect
is black youth is shown no respect
The truth is has a war against drugs
Reality is is ruled by thugs
all this technology, above and under
Humanity still down one another
Rappers display artistic
lyricism, we fight each other over rhythm
Through basic instincts, we think
So the battle for territory is glory, end of story

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