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

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

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

I control the stress, ease off roll off the set, get wit Tek
Walk around again wit Mr. and his Jamaican friend
to sleep again, unless I want my life to end

Take a rest blood, let me watch of the battlefield
Mr. Ripper MP, do kill
Any and every befriended we
believe the forefront of the industry
'Cuz man makes the brain, feel soothin'
Constant elevation, so we gotta keep it

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

dusk to dawn, I get it on wit the world
I face drama trace from me, back to my Momma
So to be a man, the is to never sit
I lay my head to rest, at night, less my guns right

Under my pillow or right me
Nightmares don't scare me, but what happens at night, got me
So fear me, 'cuz I'm the ones that truce
Wit somethin' in the mid for protection

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

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

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

Coward ass, niggas, want beef wit the in us
Pawn box that ass and shift ya to ya sender
all about reality
Now, follow me, into the of a high mad man
all swollen, blood drippin' from my hand

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

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