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 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 you're flesh
With sharp
you to death
Laugh in You're I'm as trife
As it
I said it, leave you to pass
Like
Forget it, you better walk that
the berretta sparks, click clack
Get
More of you're grill
Will be shot off; kid I it ill
Death rap
In crib
Battery
With that has it in for me
Dump a clip o' dum-dums in a
Then dump him in the
I talk so much crazy
There's a
You just not believe me until I punch you
In you're face kid
it
I'ma have to demonstrate
Some hate shit
some young impressionable kid'll watch me and emulate it
The cycle o' psychos never


Through
Ever since I got from knitting factory on wetlands

Hustle a sicko
I got money comin to me
There's enough of it out there for to snatch 50 Mill
I won't stop I have it
'Cause I'm
And vicious
Enough to
Anyone in my way better
We came from
And now our is strong
I will rep my own
Fuck you do
You can't do I do
Gores of original so on

2:

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

out
Logical Necro
Astronomical
The of a dying breed
I'm the
Of bastards
I'm
Pump this loud 'til you're burst
My
Comforts you techno
And beef when ten step
And they get