Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

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

verse 1:
Who you aimin' at,
You I got you
Look me up ta (Nazperatu?)
You'll neva get muthafucka we after ya
I MC's, poetical Dracula
I take away mind, body, soul and spirit
Vampirin', I mutilate words and lyrics
I injure with verbs off and spirits
I'm everywhere like and spirits
You here me everywhere, day and night
Like and crickets
I got birds worth fourteen
You got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches
Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta it
Rolled up on this like, "Nigga what up?"
He said, "Ya name ain't Kurupt, nigga, ya is Bankrupt", huh!
First thing I did was 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 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
Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you betta do, nigga
Just keep it gangsta
Kurupt- Cuz if ya don't, the millameters'll spark, and the end of the talk, we just...
Daz- keep it gangsta
Kurupt- All we know, through the `n' lows is West 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
Glock 40, it tight, AK on the back seat
Don't ask me shit, don't like me
And you, I don't 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 what I'm kickin'
Them niggaz sellin' weight, yeah, pluck them chickens
Get it ya give it, give it how ya live it
And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 spinnin'
When the revolva click
On the my nigga ya don't want that
A mainside nigga but I'm West out
Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my
What is the (statue?) amount,
I'm about G's
And blastin' on rats, we about cheese
From a G-ass nigga, the mask, behind tha trigga
Layin' `em down, muhfucka what you

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verse 3: of Rage
I'm not the Dogg Pound crip
But I'm that chick from the Dogg Pound Click
And I'm tha chick that'll dog wankstaz quick
Big body on that Dogg Pound shit
Now I go bananas
Ya'll need ta go get tha Sopranaz
Any mob, any gang, wear the blue
let you know I bang straight from the gate
See these flows 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, my dogz at?
a snausage? Here's a treat
For appetite of lyrical roughness
The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this." [MC sample]
this shit, ya'll 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 and literally Rage stay strapped
big payback, (??)
If ya froggish in heat
But I don't just keep tha beat
Kapeesh? Sweat the the that I just freaked
I'm raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat

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