Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Show

(Intro W.C. Talking)
Damn I mean when shit come on right here (Dub-C)
I mean you put yo hands up (Dub) you got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C)
I mean Im looking around right now and I dont know whats real I I seein all this bullshit on TV all these weirdoes out here, I dont know whats going on but Uhh
(Hook)
If its on its on let me know that its on
If it aint really on tell me whats on
If its on then its on let me that its on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality
If its all for the and its really a show
Nigga, lemme know cuz the ready to blow
If its on its on let me know that its on
Cuz

(Verse 1)
Man up time to put ya up
I too far to lay down, so imma stand up
And let the be told
Cuz majority of in this rap shit aint nothing but hoes
Whats the aint no greater
Than this double-pump shaker shakin up the party the new ankle-breaker
So hold on while I take the strap and
And tune you niggaz in to my reality
up? never the least..
I kick it off where the sun rises like yeast start in the east
The Big when hip hop
Was just like L.A. done sold their sole & went pop
I to recognize the welcome mat
But now in the Cash Cab I dont know where Im at
My nigga Slay said the day
I Love New but radio done let the Projects Runaway
I told him sweat it and dont stress those
Cuz over here Loc, we got it even worse on the west
A gang of niggaz smellin like on my station
Wit no for the foundation
Im grabbing my thrower
Its a job but radio needs an Extreme Makeover
Look cant bullshit Dubb
My pants aint tight enough to be in Celebrity Fit Club
Ultimate Fighter No pretender
Three seven south central Contender
Im of the ten freeway.. turn the wheels
While these rap scared to come down the hills
On the block where the glock is
The Apprentice in the kitchen with the workin scales like a Top Chef
(Yep). keep another plug
Cuz down with this rap shit is Tough Love
No Thats why im headed in the northern direction
wit my bay area connection
Up north got the bomb bay to sure the Sac pay
The homie E-40, Too & Mac Dre
Its my reality show, and my reality is
Fuck up with the Kardashians
Im hiding from the Man so get the deals nick
Keep a roof over my kids is real shit
Cant sit around and wait til it comes back
Gotta get it down south is its at now
I got that the make they lungs cough
And a wit me to throw the ones off
It a Simple Life its a grind & all the above
Im getting a shot of hen nigga, A Shot at Love
After my stick
My homegirl Chili want a square, but she need some westside dick
I said you know I aint right.. Ill dig her out all
Fuck her and kick her to the like a Basketball Wife
Plus she aint enough to be mine
If we get caught, The 48 she droppin a dime
Have a nigga in jail lookin The Biggest Loser
Wit the receding hairline like Carlos
Surreal Life a nigga cant play wit
Colell Even tell you thats The Way It Is

(Hook)
If its on then its on let me that its on
If it aint on tell me whats going on
If its on then its on let me know its on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my show
If its all for the dough and its a show
Nigga, lemme cuz the triggers ready to blow
If its on its on let me know that its on
Cuz Its my reality show

(Scratching & Dubb-C fading out)