Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

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

1: Kurupt
Who you aimin' at,
You I got you
me up ta find (Nazperatu?)
You'll neva get away muthafucka we ya
I drain MC's, poetical
I take away your mind, body, soul and
Vampirin', I mutilate words and lyrics
I injure with off herbs and spirits
I'm like germs and spirits
You could here me everywhere, day and
birds and crickets
I got birds fourteen tickets
You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no or bitches
Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta 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 present is the present and the past is the
And ta stay in the present you should learn this
Dogg Pound is forever, you should this fast
Fo' we in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga

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

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

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verse 3: of Rage
I'm not the Dogg Pound crip
But I'm chick from the Dogg Pound Gangsta Click
And I'm tha chick that'll dog these quick
Big body on that Pound gangsta shit
Now when I go
Ya'll need ta go get tha Sopranaz
Any mob, any gang, the blue bandanaz
Goin' let you know I bang straight 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 these kids, eat `em like
Roll, where my at?
Here's a snausage? Here's a
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 I gave his only begotten, son
Spit mo' shit than a bit, huh?
But the (fu-hah?)
I'm so over pissy
(??this unintelligible??)
Cuz lyrically and literally Rage strapped
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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