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, up, we got to keep it movin'
shit just don't stop, yo, son, yo, we just got to keep it movin'

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 take a life, then I'ma die of lifer

Unless I control the stress, off roll off the set, get wit Tek
Walk 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
believe the forefront of the industry
'Cuz your man makes the brain, feel
Constant elevation, so we keep it movin'

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

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

Under my pillow or 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 you, take 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 to kill

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

We comin' through, all you is ten boots stompin'
Got you shittin' in you're drawers, just starin', lookin',
What's our next move? Hope 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, the thoughts of a high mad man
Knuckles all swollen, blood drippin' my hand

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

the herb 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'
milli's gettin' blown, so we got to keep it movin'
Keep it movin', we got to keep it