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 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 you're
sharp knives
Blast you to
in You're face; I'm as trife
As it
When I it, leave you to pass
archives
Forget it, you better that stat
When the sparks, click clack
Get
More pieces of grill
Will be shot kid I keep it ill
Death rap
In bumpin
thumpin
With anyone has it in for me
Dump a clip o' in a dummy
Then him in the dumpster
I talk so much shit
a chance
You just might not believe me until I you
In fuckin face kid
it
I'ma have to shit
Some demented shit
Then young impressionable kid'll watch me and emulate it
The cycle o' psychos ends


Through
Ever since I got banned knitting factory on wetlands

Hustle a sicko
I got money comin to me
There's enough of it out there for Necro to 50 Mill
I won't stop 'til I it
'Cause I'm
And vicious
to kill
Anyone in my way move
We from nothing
And now our foundation is
I will rep my own
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 fuckin
Necro be the of Brooklyn, New York: that's where I live
Gats to rib
you blindly
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
When I faces
out

out
Logical Necro
sicko
The last of a dying
I'm the
Of sick
I'm
this loud 'til you're eardrums burst
My
Comforts you techno
And beef ten cats step
And they get