Luyện nghe bài hát The Real Reality

(Charles Manson):

The parole 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, dumb reality.

1:

Cut through flesh
sharp knives
Blast you to
in You're face; I'm as trife
As it
When I said it, you to pass
Like
Forget it, you better that stat
the berretta sparks, click clack
Get
More of you're grill
Will be off; kid I keep it ill
rap mastery
In crib
Battery
With anyone has it in for me
Dump a clip o' in a dummy
dump him in the dumpster
I talk so much shit
There's a
You just might not believe me I punch you
In fuckin face kid
it
I'ma have to shit
demented hate shit
Then some young impressionable watch me and emulate it
The cycle o' never ends


Through
Ever since I got banned knitting factory on wetlands

Hustle Like a
'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 vicious
to kill
Anyone in my way move
We came from
And now our foundation is
I rep my own shit
what you do
You can't do I do
Gores of so it's on

2:

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

out
Logical Necro
sicko
The last of a breed
I'm the
Of bastards
I'm
Pump this loud you're eardrums burst
My
you like techno
And beef when ten cats
And get mirked