Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

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

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

Daz- keep it gangsta
Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you betta do, nigga
Daz- keep it gangsta
Kurupt- Cuz if ya don't, the millameters'll spark, and the end of the talk, we just...
Just 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, muhfuckaz don't me
And you, I don't you too, so
This is I'm goin' do
Leave ya ass seasick, like tha flu
His temperature rise, and and surprisin' you
Niggaz on lockdown feel I'm kickin'
Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, them chickens
Get it like ya it, give it how ya live it
And I'm full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin'
When the revolva back
On the fa-rilla my nigga ya want that
A mainside nigga but I'm 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 that
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 Pound Gangsta crip
But I'm that chick from the Pound Gangsta Click
And I'm tha chick dog these wankstaz quick
Big body on Dogg Pound gangsta shit
Now I go bananas
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 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?
Here's a snausage? a treat
For your of lyrical roughness
The toughtest, bustaz, "can't touch this." [MC Hammer sample]
this shit, ya'll must of forgotten
I still give it to ya like I 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 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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