Luyện nghe bài hát Slip Into Reality

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

I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops schnaps im feelin faded
Violated and also very much
This is 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 ever a tear for the last ten years
I been hangin with my peers and my fears
This is gettin clear the government got us in focus
Clinton push the button nuclear hocus pocus
They tried to us with trees infest us with disease
me how to live and when to die and who should i believe
Realize the of reality
is filled with technacalities and fucked up formalities
Automaticaly and we walkin dead
Roamin the with a bounty on our heads
Avoid scenarios of to my spouse
Brothers younger than me are steady posted in a
And everybody totin guns 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 so sick one of my dawgs passed and shit
I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but that solve
He still gonna be dead in the why take the fall
I be so mad I'm finna burst
Instead of a Chevy's my homie's rollin in the back of a
You know it's
too hard to cope with some days
Murderous leavin me sick and in a daze
Comatose, completely up
be so bad I wanna throw up
I'm bout to up
In a rage I need to talk, nobody listen
On the corner, mental mindstate
Overload the trigger
got the best of suicide
Pour out liquor
grave digga gets paid
Digging a for senseless ways
to ourself is what i say
All of my can't die,
I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm
Never gonna lie I got for my niggas
Dead or alive, reality
We can do it on the