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 their reality is the real reality and my reality is really the stuoid, reality.

1:

Cut through you're
With knives
Blast you to
Laugh in You're I'm as trife
As it
When I said it, leave you to
archives
Forget it, you better walk stat
When the berretta sparks, click
Get
More of you're grill
Will be shot kid I keep it ill
Death rap
In crib
Battery
anyone that has it in for me
Dump a clip o' in a dummy
dump him in the dumpster
I talk so crazy shit
a chance
You just might not me until I punch you
In you're face kid
it
I'ma have to shit
Some demented shit
Then some young impressionable kid'll me and emulate it
The cycle o' never ends


Through
Ever since I got banned from knitting on wetlands

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

2:

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

out
Logical Necro
sicko
The last of a breed
I'm the
Of sick
I'm
Pump this 'til you're eardrums burst
My
Comforts you like
And beef when ten step
And get mirked