Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

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

verse 1:
Who you aimin' at,
You I got you
me up ta find (Nazperatu?)
You'll neva get muthafucka we after ya
I drain MC's, poetical
I take your mind, body, soul and spirit
Vampirin', I with words and lyrics
I injure with off herbs and spirits
I'm everywhere like and spirits
You could me everywhere, day and night
Like and crickets
I got birds worth tickets
You got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches
Quit bullshittin', you gotta lie ta kick it
Rolled up on this 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 present is the present and the is the past
And ta stay in the present you should this fast
Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this
Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs,

Daz- keep it gangsta
Kurupt- Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you do, nigga
Daz- Just it gangsta
Kurupt- Cuz if ya don't, the spark, and that's the end of the talk, we just...
Daz- Just it gangsta
Kurupt- All we know, through the highs `n' lows is Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka
Daz- Just keep it
Kurupt- Listen ta me, D-P-G-C, a nigga fly cuz I just, keep, it,
Just 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 what I'm do
ya ass seasick, just like tha flu
His rise, and analyze and surprisin' you
Niggaz on lockdown what I'm kickin'
niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens
Get it like ya give it, give it how ya it
And I'm full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin'
When the revolva click
On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't that
A nigga but I'm West Coast'd out
in my hand and a blunt in my mouth
What is the (statue?) amount,
I'm about G's
And blastin' on rats, we that cheese
a G-ass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga
Layin' `em down, muhfucka you figure?

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verse 3: Lady of
I'm not the Dogg Pound Gangsta
But I'm that chick from the Pound Gangsta Click
And I'm tha chick that'll dog these wankstaz
Big body on that Dogg gangsta shit
Now I go bananas
goin' need ta go get tha Sopranaz
Any mob, any gang, wear the blue
Goin' let you know I bang from the gate
See these fuck it up like 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 like
Roll, my dogz at?
Here's a snausage? Here's a
For your of lyrical roughness
The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this." [MC Hammer
Fuck this shit, ya'll must of
I still give it to ya I gave his only begotten, son
Spit mo' than a little bit, huh?
But the (fu-hah?)
I'm so over drunk
(??this unintelligible??)
Cuz and literally Rage stay strapped
big payback, (??)
If ya feelin' froggish in
But I just keep doggin' tha beat
Kapeesh? Sweat the the that I just freaked
I'm bringin' raw heat, have ta cook ya raw meat

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