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 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 name never a crime
Try to the strait path intertwine while whatchin my homies go down
Slain in the city streets they makers while my face frowns
Pull they gats out fast now my time has
At the funeral my told me i could cry at last
I out with tears huggin and kissin
Riddle me riddle me that why im still livin
years fo life advice to the youth
When they dont even see all the hurses that people be goin
say it aint about wrong or right or how could you fight
As long as the pistols in and the moneys tight
But all in all think like that they dont fall
Product of americas nightmare im yall
me when 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 faded
Violated and also very intoxicated
This is dedicated to my man
And when he died never did I
Why he went although i didnt cry
to play the big man kept my feelings inside
Never ever shed a tear for the last ten
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 live and when to die and who should i
the realism of reality
Life is with technacalities and fucked up formalities
Automaticaly and statisticly we dead
Roamin the wasteland a bounty on our heads
Avoid of abuse to my spouse
Brothers than me are steady posted in a crackhouse
And everybody totin guns like its kind of fashion
Be careful when them 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 and shit
I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but what's that
He still gonna be dead in the morning why the fall
Inside I be so mad I'm burst
Instead of a my homie's rollin in the back of a hearse
You it's worse
It's too hard to cope with some
Murderous ways leavin me and in a daze
Comatose, tore up
Nerves be so bad I wanna up
I'm to blow up
In a rage I need to talk, nobody wanna
On the corner, mindstate position
pull the trigger
Stress got the best of
out some liquor
Another grave digga paid
Digging a grave for senseless
to ourself is what i say
All of my dawgs die,
I the sky and reminisce when I'm high
Never lie I got love for my niggas
Dead or alive, reality
We can do it on the