Luyện nghe bài hát Slip Into Reality

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

I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops peppermint schnaps im feelin
Violated and very much intoxicated
This is to my main man
And when he died never did I
Why he went away although i cry
Tried to play the big man kept my feelings
Never shed a tear for the last ten years
I hangin with my peers and facin my fears
shit is gettin clear the government got us in focus
Bill Clinton the button nuclear hocus pocus
They to provoke us with trees infest us with disease
Tell me how to live and when to die and who i believe
the realism of reality
Life is filled with and fucked up formalities
Automaticaly and we walkin dead
Roamin the wasteland with a on our heads
scenarios of abuse to my spouse
Brothers younger than me are steady in a crackhouse
And everybody totin guns like its kind of fashion
Be when them busters are blastin' when you slip into reality

One day it's gonna hit me a ton of bricks
I'm feeling so sick one of my dawgs and shit
I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but that solve
He still be dead in the morning why take the fall
I be so mad I'm finna burst
Instead of a Chevy's my rollin in the back of a hearse
You it's worse
too hard to cope with some days
Murderous ways me sick and in a daze
Comatose, completely 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, mental position
Overload the trigger
Stress got the of suicide
Pour out some
Another grave 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
gonna lie I got love for my niggas
Dead or alive, reality
We can do it on the