Luyện nghe bài hát Slip Into Reality

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

I'm 'bout to drink it for my peppermint schnaps im feelin faded
and also very much intoxicated
This is to my main man
And when he never did I understand
Why he away although i didnt cry
Tried to play the big man kept my feelings
Never shed a tear for the last ten years
I been hangin with my and facin my fears
This shit is clear the government got us in focus
Bill Clinton push the button nuclear hocus
They to provoke us with trees infest us with disease
Tell me how to and when to die and who should i believe
the realism of reality
Life is filled with technacalities and 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 posted in a crackhouse
And everybody totin guns like its kind of fashion
Be careful when busters are blastin' when you slip into reality

One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of
I'm feeling so sick one of my dawgs passed and
I'm thinking killing '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 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
Murderous ways leavin me sick and in a
Comatose, tore up
Nerves be so bad I wanna up
I'm to blow up
In a rage I need to talk, wanna listen
On the corner, mental mindstate
Overload pull the
Stress got the best of
Pour out some
Another grave digga gets
Digging a grave for ways
Keep to is what i say
All of my dawgs 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