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

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

that knockin' 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 a life, then I'ma die of lifer

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 kill
Any and every befriended we
Don't believe the forefront of the
'Cuz man makes the brain, feel soothin'
Constant elevation, so we keep it movin'

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

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

Under my pillow or right 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 for protection

I reckin' you, a second or two
To recollect for a few, I connect wit my crew
And keep it movin' and get rocks to
to seal, dome, ya big up cops 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'
the dough run out, straight up, we got to keep it movin'
When the stash is gone, aiyo, we got to 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? Hope not in you direction
'Cuz you know you're fucked up and home without protection

Coward ass, niggas, want wit the ruckus in us
Pawn box that ass and ya back to ya sender
It's all about
Now, follow me, the thoughts of a high mad man
Knuckles all swollen, drippin' 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 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 and pay to the cause
keeps 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