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 through flesh
With knives
Blast you to
Laugh in You're face; I'm as
As it
When I said it, you to pass
Like
Forget it, you better walk stat
When the berretta sparks, click
Get
pieces of you're grill
Will be shot kid I keep it ill
Death rap
In crib
thumpin
With anyone has it in for me
Dump a o' dum-dums in a dummy
Then him in the dumpster
I talk so crazy shit
There's a
You might not believe me until I punch you
In you're face kid
it
I'ma have to demonstrate
demented hate shit
Then some young kid'll watch me and emulate it
The cycle o' psychos never


Through
since I got banned 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
I'm ambitious
And vicious
to kill
Anyone in my way move
We came from
And now our is strong
I rep my own shit
what 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 victim
Necro be the representative of Brooklyn, New York: that's where I
to your rib
Robbin you
me
Back in the
Chillin iller with a
willin and able to strip
On the for a villain with a goal
I'm a million before 30 years old
I keep shit real when I
If my reputation's at
No
When I break
out

out
Logical psycho
Astronomical
The last of a breed
I'm the
Of sick
I'm
this loud 'til you're eardrums burst
My
you like techno
And beef when ten step
And get mirked