Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Show

(Intro W.C. Talking)
Damn I mean this shit come on right here (Dub-C)
I you gotta 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 mean I seein all 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 aint really on tell me whats on
If its on then its on let me know its on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality
If its all for the dough and its really a
Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers to blow
If its on then its on let me know its on
Cuz

(Verse 1)
Man up time to put ya up
I come too far to lay down, so stand up
And let the truth be
Cuz majority of niggaz in rap shit aint nothing but hoes
Whats the Flava? no greater
Than this double-pump shaker up the party with the new ankle-breaker
So hold on while I the strap and reload
And tune you niggaz in to my show
First up? the least..
I kick it off where the sun rises like Imma start in the east
The Big Brother hip hop
Was just like L.A. radio done sold sole & went pop
I to recognize the welcome mat
But now in the Cab nigga I dont know where Im at
My nigga Slay the other day
I Love New York but done let the Projects Runaway
I told him sweat it and dont stress those
Cuz over Loc, we got it even worse on the west coast
A of niggaz smellin like similac on my station
Wit no respect for the
Im grabbing my thrower
Its a Dirty job but radio needs an Makeover
Look They cant bullshit
My pants aint enough to be in their Celebrity Fit Club
Ultimate Fighter No pretender
Three fifty seven central Contender
Im of the ten freeway.. turn the wheels
While these rap niggaz scared to come the hills
On the block where the glock is
The Apprentice in the kitchen with the workin scales like a Top Chef
(Yep). gotta another plug
Cuz staying down with rap shit is Tough Love
No affection Thats why im in the northern direction
Pluggin wit my bay 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 head is real shit
Cant sit around and wait til it back around
get it down south is where its at now
Well I got that the make lungs cough
And a homegirl wit me to the ones off
It aint a Simple its a grind & all the above
Im getting a shot of hen nigga, fuck A Shot at
After riding my
My homegirl said want a square, but she need some westside dick
I said you know I right.. Ill dig her out all night
Fuck her and kick her to the curb a Basketball Wife
she aint down enough to be mine
If we get caught, The First 48 she a dime
Have a nigga in lookin like The Biggest Loser
Wit the receding hairline like Boozer
Surreal 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 Uh-Ohhh Its my 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 that its on
Cuz Its my reality show

(Scratching & Dubb-C fading out)