Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Show

(Intro W.C. Talking)
Damn I mean when this shit come on here (Dub-C)
I you gotta put yo hands up (Dub) you got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C)
I mean Im looking around right now and I dont know whats real I mean I all this bullshit on TV all these weirdoes out here, I dont know whats going on but Uhh
(Hook)
If its on then its on let me know its on
If it aint really on tell me whats on
If its on its on let me know that its on
Cuz Its my reality show
If its all for the dough and its really a
Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers ready to
If its on its on let me know that its on
Cuz

(Verse 1)
Man up to put ya hands up
I come too far to lay down, so imma up
And let the be told
Cuz of niggaz in this rap shit aint nothing but hoes
Whats the Flava? no greater
Than this double-pump shaker shakin up the party with the new
So hold on while I take the strap and
And tune you niggaz in to my reality
up? never the least..
I kick it off the sun rises like yeast Imma start in the east
The Big when hip hop
Was just like L.A. radio done sold their & went pop
I used to recognize the mat
But now in the Cab nigga I dont know where Im at
My nigga Slay the other day
I Love New York but done let the Projects Runaway
I told him dont sweat it and dont those
Cuz over here Loc, we got it worse on the west coast
A of niggaz smellin like similac on my station
Wit no respect for the
Im my flame thrower
Its a job but radio needs an Extreme Makeover
Look They cant bullshit
My pants tight enough to be in their Celebrity Fit Club
Hip-hop Fighter No pretender
Three fifty seven south central
Im south of the ten freeway.. turn the
While these rap niggaz scared to come down the
On the block where the glock is
The Apprentice in the kitchen with the homie workin scales like a Top
(Yep). keep another plug
Cuz staying down with rap shit is Tough Love
No Thats why im headed in the northern direction
wit my bay area connection
Up got the bomb bay to make sure the Sac pay
The homie E-40, Too & Mac Dre
Its my show, and my reality is smashin
Fuck Keeping up the Kardashians
Im hiding from the Repo Man so get the deals
Keep a roof over my kids is real shit
Cant sit around and wait til it comes around
Gotta get it south is where its at now
Well I got that the make lungs cough
And a homegirl wit me to the ones off
It a Simple Life its a grind & all the above
Im getting a shot of hen nigga, fuck A at Love
After my stick
My homegirl said want a square, but she need some westside dick
I said you know I aint right.. Ill dig her out all
Fuck her and kick her to the curb like a Basketball
Plus she aint enough to be mine
If we get caught, The 48 she droppin a dime
Have a nigga in jail like The Biggest Loser
Wit the receding hairline Carlos Boozer
Surreal Life a nigga cant wit this
Keisha Colell Even you thats The Way It Is

(Hook)
If its on then its on let me know its on
If it aint on tell me whats going on
If its on then its on let me know its on
Cuz Its my reality show
If its all for the dough and its a show
Nigga, lemme cuz the triggers ready to blow
If its on then its on let me that its on
Cuz Uh-Ohhh Its my reality

(Scratching & Dubb-C fading out)