Luyện nghe bài hát Slip Into Reality

You've just slipped into reality guns crash
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 know me the R.O.C. my never commited a crime
Try to walk the strait path intertwine while whatchin my homies go
in the city streets meetin they makers while my face frowns
Pull gats out fast now my time has passed
At the funeral my told me i could cry at last
I lashed out with tears huggin and
Riddle me riddle me that why im still livin
years fo life advice to the youth
When they dont see all the hurses that people be goin through
They say it aint about wrong or right or how could you
As as the pistols in sight and the moneys tight
But all in all they think like they dont fall
Product of americas im tellin yall
me when i tell you i aint trippin
Just tryin to help you out from into reality

I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops peppermint schnaps im faded
Violated and very much intoxicated
This is dedicated to my man
And he died never did I understand
Why he went although i didnt cry
Tried to play the big man kept my feelings
Never ever shed a tear for the last ten
I been hangin with my peers and facin my
This shit is gettin clear the government got us in
Bill push the button 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 realism of
Life is filled technacalities and fucked up formalities
Automaticaly and we walkin dead
Roamin the wasteland a bounty on our heads
scenarios of abuse to my spouse
Brothers younger than me are posted in a crackhouse
And everybody guns like its some kind of fashion
Be careful when them are blastin' when you slip into reality

One day it's hit me like a ton of bricks
I'm feeling so sick one of my dawgs passed and
I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but what's solve
He still gonna be dead in the morning why the fall
I be so mad I'm finna 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
ways leavin 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, nobody listen
On the corner, mindstate position
Overload pull the
got the best of suicide
Pour out liquor
Another grave digga gets
a grave for senseless ways
Keep to ourself is i say
All of my can't die,
I the sky and reminisce when I'm high
Never lie I got love for my niggas
or alive, reality check
We can do it on the