Luyện nghe bài hát Slip Into Reality

You've just slipped into reality guns crash
And drug raids is an everyday thing the nuts hang
They even got a name fame dont 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 name commited a crime
Try to walk the strait path intertwine while whatchin my go down
in the city streets meetin they makers while my face frowns
Pull gats out fast now my time has passed
At the funeral my aunt told me i cry at last
I lashed out with tears and kissin
Riddle me this riddle me that why im livin
These years fo advice to the youth
When they dont even see all the hurses that people be goin
They say it aint about wrong or or how could you fight
As long as the pistols in sight and the moneys
But all in all they think like that dont fall
Product of nightmare im tellin yall
me when i tell you i aint trippin
Just tryin to you out from slippin into reality

I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops peppermint schnaps im faded
Violated and very much intoxicated
is dedicated to my main man
And he died never did I understand
Why he went away i didnt cry
Tried to the big man kept my feelings inside
Never shed a tear for the last ten years
I been hangin my peers 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 trees infest us disease
Tell me how to live and when to die and who should i
the realism of reality
Life is filled with technacalities and fucked up
Automaticaly and we walkin dead
Roamin the wasteland a bounty on our heads
Avoid scenarios of to my spouse
younger than me are steady posted in a crackhouse
And everybody guns like its some kind of fashion
Be careful when them busters are blastin' you slip into reality

One day it's gonna hit me a ton of bricks
I'm feeling so sick one of my passed and shit
I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but that solve
He gonna be dead in the morning why take the fall
Inside I be so mad I'm finna
Instead of a Chevy's my homie's in the back of a hearse
You know worse
It's too hard to with some days
ways leavin me sick and in a daze
Comatose, tore up
Nerves be so bad I throw up
I'm bout to up
In a rage I need to talk, nobody listen
On the corner, mindstate position
Overload the trigger
got the best of suicide
Pour out some
Another grave gets paid
Digging a for senseless ways
to ourself is what i say
All of my dawgs die,
I visit the sky and reminisce I'm high
Never gonna lie I got for my niggas
Dead or alive, reality
We can do it on the