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

Who's that knockin' at my
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 a life, then I'ma die of lifer

I control the stress, ease off roll off the set, get wit Tek
Walk around again wit Mr. Brown and his Jamaican
Never to again, unless I want my life to end

a rest blood, let me take watch of the battlefield
Mr. MP, do these'll kill
Any and every enemy we
believe the forefront of the industry
'Cuz your man the brain, feel soothin'
elevation, so we gotta 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'
It's time to big up the spot, kid, so let's get it
Gotta let these heads know, to get it movin'

From to dawn, I get it on wit the world
I face that trace from 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 right me
Nightmares don't me, but what happens at night, got me leary
So fear me, I'm like the ones that truce
Wit in the mid section for protection

I you, take a second or two
To recollect for a few, while I wit my crew
And keep it movin' and get rocks to
Blocks to seal, dome, ya big up cops to

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

We through, all you hear is ten boots stompin'
Got you shittin' in you're drawers, starin', lookin', watchin'
our next move? Hope it's not in you direction
'Cuz you you're fucked up and left home without 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, into the of a high mad man
Knuckles all swollen, blood drippin' my hand

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

Whose the herb of the day? Don't hate and pay to the
keeps us high all day, I rip the pocket, O G C did the shootin'
This milli's gettin' blown, so we got to it movin'
it movin', we got to keep it movin'