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 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
With knives
Blast you to
Laugh in You're face; I'm as
As it
I said it, leave you to pass
Like
it, you better walk that stat
When the berretta sparks, click
Get
More pieces of grill
Will be off; kid I keep it ill
Death rap
In crib
thumpin
With that has it in for me
Dump a clip o' in a dummy
dump him in the dumpster
I talk so crazy shit
There's a
You just not believe me until I punch you
In fuckin face kid
it
I'ma have to demonstrate
Some demented shit
Then young impressionable kid'll watch me and emulate it
The cycle o' psychos never


Through
Ever since I got banned from 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 stop 'til I have it
I'm ambitious
And vicious
Enough to
Anyone in my way move
We came nothing
And now our is strong
I will rep my own
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 victim
Necro be the of Brooklyn, New York: that's where I live
to your rib
Robbin you
me
Back in the
Chillin iller with a
That's and able to strip
On the for a villain with a goal
I'm makin a million 30 years old
I keep shit real I step
If my reputation's at
No
When I break
out

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