Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

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

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

Daz- Just keep it
Kurupt- Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you do, nigga
Daz- keep it gangsta
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 highs `n' is West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka
Just keep it gangsta
Kurupt- Listen ta me, D-P-G-C, a fly cuz I just, keep, it, gangsta
Daz- keep 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 temperature rise, and analyze and you
Niggaz on lockdown what I'm kickin'
Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck chickens
Get it like ya it, give it how ya live it
And when I'm full a that the 20 inches spinnin'
When the revolva back
On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't want
A mainside but I'm West Coast'd out
Pistol in my and a blunt in my mouth
is the (statue?) amount, nigga?
I'm them G's
And blastin' on rats, we that cheese
From a G-ass nigga, the mask, behind tha trigga
Layin' `em down, muhfucka you figure?

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verse 3: Lady of
I'm not the Dogg Gangsta crip
But I'm that chick from the Pound Gangsta Click
And I'm tha chick that'll dog these quick
Big body on that Dogg Pound gangsta
Now I go bananas
goin' need ta go get tha Sopranaz
Any mob, any gang, wear the blue
Goin' let you know I bang straight from the
See these 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 these kids, eat `em sausages
Roll, my dogz at?
a snausage? Here's a treat
For your appetite of roughness
The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't this." [MC Hammer sample]
Fuck this shit, must of forgotten
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 pissy drunk
(??this unintelligible??)
Cuz lyrically and literally Rage stay
big payback, (??)
If ya froggish in heat
But I just keep doggin' tha beat
Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that I freaked
I'm raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat

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