Luyện nghe bài hát Slip Into Reality

You've just slipped into reality where guns
And raids 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 while whatchin my go down
Slain in the city streets meetin they makers my face frowns
they gats out fast now my time has passed
At the funeral my told me i could cry at last
I out with tears huggin and kissin
Riddle me this riddle me that why im livin
These fo life advice to the youth
When they dont even see all the hurses that people be through
They say it about wrong or right or how could you fight
As long as the pistols in and the moneys tight
But all in all think like that they dont fall
Product of americas nightmare im yall
Believe me when i you i aint trippin
Just tryin to help you out slippin into reality

I'm 'bout to it for my pops peppermint schnaps im feelin faded
and also very much intoxicated
This is dedicated to my man
And when he died never did I
Why he away although i didnt cry
Tried to play the big man kept my inside
Never ever a tear for the last ten years
I been hangin my peers and facin my fears
This shit is gettin the government got us in focus
Bill Clinton the button nuclear hocus pocus
They tried to provoke us with trees infest us with
me how to live and when to die and who should i believe
Realize the realism of
Life is filled technacalities and fucked up formalities
Automaticaly and we walkin dead
Roamin the wasteland with a on our heads
Avoid scenarios of to my spouse
Brothers younger than me are posted in a crackhouse
And everybody totin guns its some kind of fashion
Be careful when them busters are blastin' when you slip into

One day it's gonna hit me a ton of bricks
I'm feeling so one of my dawgs passed and shit
I'm thinking killing '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 my homie's rollin in the back of a hearse
You know it's
too hard to cope with some days
Murderous ways me sick and in a daze
Comatose, tore up
Nerves be so bad I throw up
I'm to blow up
In a rage I need to talk, wanna listen
On the corner, mindstate position
Overload the trigger
got the best of suicide
Pour out some
Another digga gets paid
Digging a for senseless ways
Keep to ourself is i say
All of my dawgs die,
I visit the sky and when I'm high
Never lie I got love for my niggas
or alive, reality check
We can do it on the