Luyện nghe bài hát The Real Reality

(Charles Manson):

The parole board's a bunch of stupid bureaucrats men, who are laying up on the dollar bill: "Take that poison and... and... and die in that cell; or say you're full of shit and we'll let you go." You know?! So the parole board wants me to go in and count down to their reality and say that reality is the real reality and my reality is really the stuoid, dumb reality.

1:

Cut through flesh
With sharp
you to death
Laugh in You're I'm as trife
As it
When I said it, you to pass
archives
Forget it, you better walk that
When the berretta sparks, clack
Get
More pieces of you're
Will be shot kid I keep it ill
rap mastery
In bumpin
Battery
With anyone has it in for me
Dump a o' dum-dums in a dummy
Then dump him in the
I so much crazy shit
a chance
You just not believe me until I punch you
In fuckin face kid
it
I'ma have to demonstrate
Some demented shit
Then some young kid'll watch me and emulate it
The o' psychos never ends


Through
Ever since I got banned from knitting on wetlands

Hustle a sicko
'Cause I got money to me
There's of it out there for Necro to snatch 50 Mill
I won't 'til I have it
I'm ambitious
And maliciously
to kill
Anyone in my way move
We came nothing
And now our foundation is
I rep my own shit
Fuck you do
You can't do I do
of original so it's on

2:

you
Or you up
one
you up
son
up
up
You a fuckin
Necro be the representative of Brooklyn, New York: where I live
to your rib
Robbin you
me
Back in the
iller with a bitch
That's and able to strip
On the table for a with a goal
I'm makin a million before 30 old
I keep real when I step
If my reputation's at
No
I break faces
out

out
Logical psycho
sicko
The last of a breed
I'm the
Of sick
I'm
Pump this loud 'til you're eardrums
My
you like techno
And beef ten cats step
And they get