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 right now and I dont know whats real I mean I seein 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 going on
If its on then its on let me that its on
Cuz Its my reality show
If its all for the dough and its a show
Nigga, lemme know cuz the triggers to blow
If its on then its on let me that its on
Cuz

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

(Hook)
If its on its on let me know that its on
If it aint really on tell me whats 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 know cuz the triggers ready to
If its on then its on let me that its on
Cuz Its my reality show

(Scratching & Mixing fading out)