Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Show

(Intro W.C. Talking)
Damn I mean 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 dont know whats real I mean I 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 that its on
If it aint really on tell me going on
If its on then its on let me that 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 its on let me know that its on
Cuz

(Verse 1)
Man up to put ya hands up
I too far to lay down, so imma stand up
And let the be told
Cuz majority of niggaz in this rap shit aint but hoes
the Flava? aint no greater
Than this double-pump shaker up the party with the new ankle-breaker
So on while I take the strap and reload
And you niggaz in to my reality show
First up? the least..
I kick it off where the sun like yeast Imma start in the east
The Big when hip hop
Was just like L.A. radio done sold their sole & pop
I used to the welcome mat
But now in the Cab nigga I dont know where Im at
My nigga said the other day
I New York but radio done let the Projects Runaway
I told him dont sweat it and stress those
Cuz over Loc, we got it even worse on the west coast
A gang of niggaz like similac on my station
Wit no for the foundation
Im grabbing my flame
Its a Dirty job but radio needs an Makeover
Look They cant bullshit
My pants aint enough to be in their Celebrity Fit Club
Hip-hop Fighter No pretender
Three fifty south 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 Apprentice in the kitchen with the homie workin scales like a Top
(Yep). gotta another plug
Cuz staying down with this rap shit is Tough
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 show, and my reality is smashin
Fuck up with the Kardashians
Im hiding the Repo Man so get the deals nick
Keep a roof over my kids head is shit
Cant sit around and wait til it back around
Gotta get it down is where its at now
Well I got that the make lungs cough
And a homegirl wit me to the ones off
It a Simple Life its a grind & all the above
Im getting a shot of hen nigga, fuck A at Love
After my stick
My homegirl said Chili want a square, but she need westside dick
I you know I aint right.. Ill dig her out all night
her and kick her to the curb like a Basketball Wife
Plus she down enough to be mine
If we get caught, The First 48 she a dime
Have a nigga in jail lookin like The Loser
Wit the receding hairline like Carlos
Life a nigga cant play wit this
Keisha Colell Even tell you The Way It Is

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

(Scratching & Mixing Dubb-C out)