Luyện nghe bài hát Slip Into Reality

You've just slipped into reality where guns
And drug raids is an everyday thing when the hang
don't even got a name fame dont mean nothin'
Only the cash flow it ain't 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 intertwine while whatchin my homies go down
Slain in the streets meetin they makers while my face frowns
Pull they gats out fast now my time has
At the funeral my aunt told me i could cry at
I lashed out tears huggin and kissin
Riddle me this riddle me why im still livin
These years fo life advice to the
When they dont even see all the hurses people be goin through
say it aint about wrong or right or how could you fight
As as the pistols in sight and the moneys tight
But all in all they think like that they dont
Product of americas nightmare im tellin
Believe me when i tell you i aint
Just to help you out from slippin into reality

I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops peppermint schnaps im feelin
Violated and also much intoxicated
is dedicated to my main man
And when he never did I understand
Why he went away i didnt cry
Tried to play the big man my feelings inside
Never ever a tear for the last ten years
I been hangin with my and facin my fears
This is gettin clear the government got us in focus
Bill Clinton push the nuclear hocus pocus
They to provoke us with trees infest us with disease
me how to live and when to die and who should i believe
Realize the of reality
Life is filled with and fucked up formalities
and statisticly we walkin dead
Roamin the wasteland with a on our heads
Avoid scenarios of abuse to my
Brothers than me are steady posted in a crackhouse
And everybody guns like its some kind of fashion
Be careful when them busters are blastin' when you 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 'em all but what's that solve
He gonna be dead in the morning why take the fall
Inside I be so mad I'm burst
Instead of a Chevy's my homie's in the back of a hearse
You know it's
It's too hard to cope with some
Murderous ways leavin me and in a daze
Comatose, tore up
Nerves be so bad I throw up
I'm bout to up
In a rage I to talk, nobody wanna listen
On the corner, mental position
pull the trigger
Stress got the best of
Pour out some
Another grave gets paid
Digging a grave for ways
Keep to is what 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, check
We can do it on the