Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Show

(Intro W.C. Talking)
Damn I when this 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 know whats real I mean I seein all this bullshit on TV all these weirdoes out here, I dont know whats going on but Uhh
(Hook)
If its on then its on let me know its on
If it really on tell me whats going on
If its on its on let me know that its on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my show
If its all for the dough and its a show
Nigga, know cuz the triggers ready to blow
If its on then its on let me that its on
Cuz

(Verse 1)
Man up to put ya hands up
I come too far to lay down, so imma up
And let the truth be
Cuz majority of niggaz in this rap shit aint but hoes
the Flava? aint no greater
Than this double-pump shaker shakin up the with the new ankle-breaker
So hold on while I take the and reload
And tune you niggaz in to my reality
First up? the least..
I kick it off where the sun rises like yeast start in the east
The Big Brother hip hop
Was just like L.A. radio done sold their & went pop
I used to the welcome mat
But now in the Cash Cab nigga I dont know Im at
My Slay said the other day
I Love New York but done let the Projects Runaway
I told him dont sweat it and dont stress
Cuz over here Loc, we got it even on the west coast
A gang of smellin like similac on my station
Wit no for the foundation
Im my flame thrower
Its a Dirty job but radio an Extreme Makeover
Look cant bullshit Dubb
My pants aint enough to be in their Celebrity Fit Club
Hip-hop Fighter No pretender
Three fifty seven central Contender
Im south of the ten freeway.. the wheels
While these rap niggaz scared to down the hills
On the block the glock is kept
The in the kitchen with the homie workin scales like a Top Chef
(Yep). gotta another plug
Cuz staying down with this rap is Tough Love
No affection Thats why im 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 is smashin
Keeping up with the Kardashians
Im hiding from the Repo Man so get the deals
Keep a roof over my kids head is shit
Cant sit around and wait til it back around
Gotta get it down south is its at now
Well I got that the they lungs cough
And a wit me to throw the ones off
It aint a Simple Life its a grind & all the
Im getting a shot of hen nigga, fuck A Shot at
riding my stick
My homegirl said Chili a square, but she need some westside dick
I said you I aint right.. Ill dig her out all night
Fuck her and kick her to the curb like a Wife
she aint down enough to be mine
If we get caught, The First 48 she droppin a
Have a nigga in jail lookin like The Biggest
Wit the receding like Carlos Boozer
Life a nigga cant play wit this
Keisha Colell Even 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 Its my reality show
If its all for the dough and its a show
Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers to blow
If its on then its on let me know its on
Cuz Its my reality show

(Scratching & Mixing fading out)