Luyện nghe bài hát Slip Into Reality

You've just into reality where guns crash
And drug is an everyday thing when the nuts hang
They don't even got a name fame mean nothin'
Only the flow it ain't black or white it's called rich or poor
Now you know me the R.O.C. my never commited a crime
Try to walk the strait path intertwine whatchin my homies go down
Slain in the city streets meetin they makers while my face
Pull they gats out fast now my time has
At the my aunt told me i could cry at last
I lashed out with tears huggin and
Riddle me this riddle me why im still livin
These years fo advice to the youth
When dont even see all the hurses that people be goin through
They say it aint about wrong or or how could you fight
As long as the pistols in and the moneys tight
But all in all they think like that they dont
Product of nightmare im tellin yall
Believe me when i you i aint trippin
Just tryin to help you out from slippin reality

I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops schnaps im feelin faded
Violated and also very intoxicated
This is dedicated to my man
And when he never did I understand
Why he away although i didnt cry
Tried to play the big man kept my inside
Never ever shed a for the last ten years
I been hangin with my and facin my fears
This shit is gettin clear the got us in focus
Bill Clinton push the button hocus pocus
They tried to provoke us with infest us with disease
Tell me how to and when to die and who should i believe
Realize the of reality
Life is with technacalities and fucked up formalities
and statisticly we walkin dead
Roamin the wasteland with a bounty on our
Avoid scenarios of abuse to my
Brothers younger me are steady posted in a crackhouse
And everybody guns like its some kind of fashion
Be careful when them busters are when you slip into reality

One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of
I'm feeling so sick one of my passed and shit
I'm thinking 'bout 'em all but what's that solve
He still gonna be dead in the why take the fall
Inside I be so mad I'm burst
Instead of a Chevy's my homie's rollin in the of a hearse
You know worse
It's too to cope with some days
Murderous ways leavin me and in a daze
Comatose, completely up
Nerves be so bad I throw up
I'm bout to up
In a rage I need to talk, wanna listen
On the corner, mental mindstate
Overload the trigger
got the best of suicide
Pour out liquor
Another grave digga paid
a grave for senseless ways
Keep to is what i say
All of my can't die,
I visit the sky and reminisce I'm high
Never lie I got love for my niggas
or alive, reality check
We can do it on the