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

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

Who's that 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, I'ma die of lifer

Unless I control the stress, off roll off the set, get wit Tek
Walk around again wit Mr. and his Jamaican friend
Never to sleep again, 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 believe the forefront of the
your man makes the brain, feel soothin'
Constant elevation, so we gotta keep it

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 time to big up the spot, kid, so get it movin'
let these heads know, time to get it movin'

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

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

I you, take a second or two
To recollect for a few, while I connect wit my
And keep it 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 keep it
When it's cee lo, is low, we got to keep it movin'
When the dough run out, straight up, we got to it movin'
When the stash is gone, aiyo, we got to it movin'

We comin' through, all you is ten boots stompin'
Got you in you're drawers, just starin', lookin', watchin'
What's our move? Hope it's not in you direction
you know you're fucked up and left home without protection

Coward ass, niggas, beef wit the ruckus in us
box that ass and shift ya back to ya sender
It's all about
Now, me, into the thoughts 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 livin' wit the grudge for the
off the buds on the corner wit a group of hooded thugs

Whose the herb of the day? hate and pay to the cause
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'
Keep it movin', we got to it movin'