Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

Yeah that gangsta always bangin'
Supafly you fa this
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 niggaz

verse 1:
Who you aimin' at,
You I got you
Look me up ta (Nazperatu?)
neva get away muthafucka we after ya
I drain MC's, Dracula
I take away your mind, body, and spirit
Vampirin', I mutilate with and lyrics
I injure verbs off herbs and spirits
I'm everywhere germs and spirits
You could here me everywhere, day and
Like and crickets
I got birds fourteen tickets
You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no or bitches
Quit bullshittin', you gotta lie ta kick it
Rolled up on this nigga like, "Nigga up?"
He said, "Ya name Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh!
First thing I did was just and laughed
I looked 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 learn this fast
Dogg Pound is forever, you learn this fast
Fo' we in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga

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

2nd Daz
Glock 40, 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 what I'm
Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck chickens
Get it ya give it, give it how ya live it
And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 spinnin'
the revolva click back
On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't want
A mainside nigga but I'm West out
Pistol in my and a blunt in my mouth
What is the (statue?) amount,
I'm them G's
And blastin' on rats, we about cheese
From a nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga
Layin' `em down, what you figure?

chorus

verse 3: Lady of
I'm not the Dogg Gangsta crip
But I'm that chick from the Dogg Pound Click
And I'm tha that'll dog these wankstaz quick
Big body on that Pound gangsta shit
Now when I go
Ya'll need ta go get tha Sopranaz
Any mob, any gang, wear the blue
Goin' let you I bang 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 these kids, eat `em like
Roll, where my at?
Here's a snausage? Here's a
For your appetite of lyrical
The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this." [MC sample]
Fuck shit, ya'll must of forgotten
I give it to ya like I gave his only begotten, son
Spit mo' shit a little bit, huh?
But the (fu-hah?)
I'm so over drunk
(??this unintelligible??)
Cuz lyrically and Rage stay strapped
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, have enough ta cook ya raw

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