Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

Yeah that gangsta shit always
Supafly you sick fa
We goin' show them how the Dogg Pound Gangstaz bang and
Yeah......
Hey Sean let's this, turn it up, man
Let me talk ta niggaz

1: Kurupt
Who you at, nigga?
You I got you
Look me up ta (Nazperatu?)
You'll neva get away we after ya
I MC's, poetical Dracula
I away your mind, body, soul and spirit
Vampirin', I mutilate with and lyrics
I injure with verbs off herbs and
I'm everywhere germs and spirits
You here me everywhere, day and night
Like and crickets
I got birds worth fourteen
You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no squad or
bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta kick it
Rolled up on this nigga like, "Nigga up?"
He said, "Ya name ain't Kurupt, nigga, ya is Bankrupt", huh!
thing I did was just smirked and laughed
I over at Daz and then we whoooped his ass!
The is the present and the past is the past
And ta stay in the present you should this fast
Dogg Pound is forever, you should this fast
Fo' we in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga

Daz- Just it gangsta
Kurupt- Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you betta do,
Daz- Just it gangsta
Cuz if ya don't, the millameters'll spark, and that's the end of the talk, we just...
Daz- keep it gangsta
Kurupt- All we know, through the highs `n' lows is West Coast, muthafucka,
Daz- keep it gangsta
Listen ta me, D-P-G-C, a nigga fly cuz I just, keep, it, gangsta
Daz- keep it gangsta, nigga!

2nd Daz
Glock 40, it tight, AK on the back seat
Don't ask me shit, muhfuckaz don't me
And you, I like you too, so
This is I'm goin' do
Leave ya ass seasick, like tha flu
His temperature rise, and analyze and you
Niggaz on lockdown what I'm kickin'
Them niggaz that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens
Get it like ya give it, it how ya live it
And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 spinnin'
When the revolva click
On the fa-rilla my ya don't want that
A mainside nigga but I'm West out
Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my
What is the (statue?) amount,
I'm them G's
And blastin' on rats, we about cheese
From a G-ass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha
Layin' `em down, muhfucka what you

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verse 3: of Rage
I'm not the Dogg Pound crip
But I'm that from the Dogg Pound Gangsta Click
And I'm tha chick that'll dog these quick
Big on that Dogg Pound gangsta shit
Now when I go
Ya'll goin' need ta go get tha
Any mob, any gang, wear the blue
Goin' let you know I bang from the gate
See flows fuck it up like it was a case a weight, now
In 'n state, I
Bend `em shape, I
`em off my slate, I
`em off my plate, I
Squash kids, eat `em like sausages
Roll, where my at?
Here's a Here's a treat
For your appetite of roughness
The toughtest, bustaz, "can't touch this." [MC Hammer sample]
Fuck this shit, must of forgotten
I still give it to ya like I his only begotten, son
Spit mo' shit than a bit, huh?
But the (fu-hah?)
I'm so pissy drunk
(??this unintelligible??)
Cuz and literally Rage stay strapped
big payback, (??)
If ya feelin' in heat
But I don't just keep tha beat
Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that I just
I'm bringin' raw heat, have enough ta ya raw meat

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