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

When the bye close, yo we got to keep it movin'
When your shorties act up, aiyo, we got to keep it
When the spilly get hot, up, we got to keep it movin'
When shit just 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 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, ease off off the set, get wit Tek
Walk around wit Mr. Brown and his Jamaican friend
to sleep again, unless I want my life to end

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

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

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

Under my or right near me
Nightmares don't scare me, but happens at night, got me leary
So fear me, 'cuz I'm like the ones 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
to seal, dome, ya big up cops to kill

When we on to the con game, yo, 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 keep it
When the stash is gone, aiyo, we got to it movin'

We comin' through, all you hear is ten boots
Got you shittin' in you're drawers, just starin', lookin',
What's our next move? Hope it's not in you
'Cuz you know you're fucked up and left home protection

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

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

Whose the of the day? Don't hate 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'
Keep it movin', we got to keep it