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

When the bye close, yo we got to keep it movin'
your shorties 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 it movin'

Who's that knockin' at my
it's a friend of me 'cuz we at war wit the enemy
We keep out for spies, out in our cipher
All man trifler, if I'mma take a life, then I'ma die of

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

Take a rest blood, let me watch of the battlefield
Mr. MP, do these'll kill
Any and enemy befriended we
Don't believe the forefront of the
'Cuz man makes the brain, feel soothin'
Constant elevation, so we gotta it movin'

Now, when ya set gets hot, we got to keep it
And it's time 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 know, time to get it movin'

dusk to dawn, I get it on wit the world
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, my guns right

my pillow or right near me
Nightmares scare me, but what happens at night, got me leary
So me, 'cuz I'm like the ones that truce
Wit somethin' in the mid section for

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

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'
the stash is gone, aiyo, we got to keep it movin'

We comin' through, all you hear is ten stompin'
Got you shittin' in you're drawers, starin', lookin', watchin'
What's our next move? 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 ass and shift ya back to ya sender
It's all about
Now, follow me, into the thoughts of a mad man
all swollen, blood drippin' from my hand

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

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