Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Gangsta

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

verse 1:
Who you aimin' at,
You I got you
Look me up ta (Nazperatu?)
You'll neva get away we after ya
I drain MC's, poetical
I take your mind, body, soul and spirit
Vampirin', I with words and lyrics
I injure with verbs off herbs and
I'm like germs and spirits
You could here me everywhere, day and
birds and crickets
I got birds worth fourteen
You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no squad or
Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta it
Rolled up on this like, "Nigga what 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 is the past
And ta in the present you should learn this fast
Dogg Pound is forever, you should this fast
Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs,

Daz- keep it gangsta
Kurupt- Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you 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- Just keep it
Kurupt- All we know, through the highs `n' is West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka
Daz- Just keep it
Kurupt- ta me, D-P-G-C, a nigga fly cuz I just, keep, it, gangsta
Daz- 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 like you too, so
This is I'm goin' do
Leave ya ass seasick, just tha flu
His temperature rise, and analyze and you
Niggaz on feel what I'm kickin'
niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens
Get it like ya give it, give it how ya it
And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 inches
the revolva click back
On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't that
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 that cheese
From a G-ass nigga, the mask, behind tha trigga
Layin' `em down, what you figure?

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verse 3: Lady of
I'm not the Dogg Pound Gangsta
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 gangsta shit
Now I go bananas
Ya'll goin' need ta go get tha
Any mob, any gang, the blue bandanaz
let you know I bang straight from the gate
See these flows fuck it up it was a case a weight, now
In 'n state, I
`em outta shape, I
`em off my slate, I
`em off my plate, I
Squash kids, eat `em like sausages
Roll, my dogz at?
Here's a snausage? Here's a
For your 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 I gave his only begotten, son
Spit mo' shit than a bit, huh?
But the (fu-hah?)
I'm so over drunk
(??this unintelligible??)
Cuz lyrically and Rage stay strapped
big payback, (??)
If ya froggish in heat
But I don't just keep tha beat
Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that I just
I'm bringin' raw heat, enough ta cook ya raw meat

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