Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

Yeah that shit always bangin'
Supafly you fa this
We goin' show them how the Dogg Pound Gangstaz bang and
Yeah......
Hey let's bang 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?)
neva get away muthafucka we after ya
I MC's, poetical Dracula
I take away mind, body, soul and spirit
Vampirin', I mutilate with words and
I injure with verbs off herbs and
I'm everywhere germs and spirits
You could here me everywhere, day and
Like birds and
I got birds worth tickets
You got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches
bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta kick it
Rolled up on nigga like, "Nigga what up?"
He said, "Ya ain't Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh!
First thing I did was smirked and laughed
I looked at Daz and then we whoooped his ass!
The is the present and the past is the past
And ta stay in the you should learn this fast
Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this
Fo' we flash in a flash, n' macs, nigga

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

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

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3: Lady of Rage
I'm not the Pound Gangsta crip
But I'm that chick from the Dogg Gangsta Click
And I'm tha chick that'll dog wankstaz quick
Big body on Dogg Pound gangsta shit
Now I go bananas
goin' need ta go get tha Sopranaz
Any mob, any gang, the blue bandanaz
Goin' let you know I bang straight the gate
See these flows fuck it up it was a case a weight, now
In 'n state, I
`em outta shape, I
`em off my slate, I
`em off my plate, I
Squash these kids, eat `em sausages
Roll, my dogz at?
Here's a Here's a treat
For appetite of lyrical 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
mo' shit than a little bit, huh?
But the (fu-hah?)
I'm so over drunk
(??this unintelligible??)
Cuz lyrically and literally Rage strapped
big payback, (??)
If ya feelin' froggish in
But I just keep doggin' tha beat
Kapeesh? the the technique that I just freaked
I'm bringin' raw heat, have ta cook ya raw meat

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