Luyện nghe bài hát K.I.M. (Keep it Movin)

When the bye close, yo we got to keep it movin'
When shorties act up, aiyo, we got to keep it movin'
When the spilly get hot, straight up, we got to it movin'
shit just don't stop, yo, son, yo, we just got to keep it movin'

Who's knockin' at my door?
Hope it's a friend of me we at war wit the enemy
We keep eyes out for spies, out in our
All man trifler, if I'mma take a life, then die of lifer

Unless I the stress, ease off roll off the set, get wit Tek
Walk around again wit Mr. and his Jamaican friend
Never to sleep again, unless I want my to end

Take a rest blood, let me take of the battlefield
Mr. Ripper MP, do these'll
Any and every enemy we
Don't believe the of the industry
'Cuz your man the brain, feel soothin'
elevation, so we gotta keep it movin'

Now, when ya set hot, we got to keep it movin'
And when it's to get dough, we got to keep it movin'
It's time to big up the spot, kid, so get it movin'
Gotta let these heads know, to get it movin'

From dusk to dawn, I get it on wit the
I face drama that trace from me, back to my
So to be a man, the plan is to sit
Where I lay my head to rest, at night, less my right

Under my pillow or near me
don't scare me, but what happens at night, got me leary
So fear me, 'cuz I'm like the ones truce
Wit in the mid section for protection

I reckin' you, a second or two
To recollect for a few, I connect wit my crew
And keep it movin' and get rocks to
Blocks to seal, dome, ya big up cops to

When we on to the con game, yo, it's got to keep it
When it's cee lo, bank is low, we got to it movin'
When the dough run out, straight up, we got to keep it
When the is gone, aiyo, we got to keep it movin'

We through, all you hear is ten boots stompin'
Got you shittin' in drawers, just starin', lookin', watchin'
our next move? Hope it's not in you direction
'Cuz you know you're up and left home without protection

Coward ass, niggas, want wit the ruckus in us
Pawn box that ass and ya back to ya sender
It's all about
Now, follow me, into the thoughts of a mad man
Knuckles all swollen, blood drippin' from my

Kinda lost it for a sec, I snap now and then
Every since the beast his glock to my chin
Now, I'm wit the grudge for the fuzz
off the buds on the corner wit a group of hooded thugs

Whose the herb of the day? Don't and pay to the cause
keeps us high all day, I rip the pocket, O G C did the shootin'
This milli's gettin' blown, so we got to it movin'
Keep it movin', we got to it movin'