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

When the booms bye close, yo we got to keep it
When your shorties act up, aiyo, we got to keep it
When the spilly get hot, straight up, we got to keep it
When shit just stop, yo, son, yo, we just got to keep it movin'

Who's that knockin' at my
it's a friend of me 'cuz 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 I'ma die of

Unless I control the stress, off roll off the set, get wit Tek
Walk around wit Mr. Brown 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 kill
Any and every befriended we
believe the forefront of the industry
'Cuz your man makes the brain, feel
Constant elevation, so we 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'
It's to big up the spot, kid, so let's get it movin'
Gotta let these know, time to get it movin'

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

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

I reckin' you, take a or two
To for a few, while 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, got to keep it movin'
When cee lo, bank is low, we got to keep it movin'
When the dough run out, 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, starin', lookin', watchin'
What's our next move? it's not in you direction
'Cuz you know you're fucked up and left home protection

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

Kinda lost it for a sec, 'cuz I 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 hate and pay to the
That keeps us high all day, I rip the pocket, O G C did the
This gettin' blown, so we got to keep it movin'
it movin', we got to keep it movin'