Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

Yeah that gangsta shit bangin'
Supafly you fa this
We goin' show them how the Dogg Pound Gangstaz bang and
Yeah......
Hey Sean let's bang this, 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 get away muthafucka we after ya
I MC's, poetical Dracula
I take away your mind, body, soul and
Vampirin', I mutilate with words and
I injure with verbs off herbs and
I'm everywhere like germs and
You could here me everywhere, day and
Like and crickets
I got worth fourteen tickets
You got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches
Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta it
up on this 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 over at Daz and we whoooped his ass!
The present is the and the past is the past
And ta stay in the present you should this fast
Dogg Pound is forever, you learn this fast
Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs,

Daz- Just it gangsta
Kurupt- Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', what you betta do, nigga
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, the highs `n' lows is West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka
Daz- Just it gangsta
Kurupt- 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
is what I'm goin' do
Leave ya ass seasick, like tha flu
His temperature rise, and analyze and you
Niggaz on lockdown feel what I'm
Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them
Get it like ya give it, give it how ya it
And when I'm full a spinach the 20 inches spinnin'
When the click back
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 about 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 Pound Gangsta crip
But I'm that chick from the Dogg Pound Click
And I'm tha chick that'll dog these quick
Big body on that Pound gangsta shit
Now I go bananas
Ya'll goin' ta go get tha Sopranaz
Any mob, any gang, wear the blue
Goin' let you know I straight from the gate
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 kids, eat `em like sausages
Roll, where my at?
a snausage? Here's a treat
For appetite of lyrical roughness
The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this." [MC Hammer
this shit, ya'll must of forgotten
I still give it to ya like I gave his begotten, son
mo' shit than a little bit, huh?
But the (fu-hah?)
I'm so over pissy
(??this unintelligible??)
Cuz lyrically and literally Rage stay
big payback, (??)
If ya feelin' in heat
But I don't keep doggin' tha beat
Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique I just freaked
I'm bringin' raw heat, enough ta cook ya raw meat

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