Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

'that's what the I'm talkin' about
That real shit

Living room packed, laid back on the
Niggaz can't see me on the madden with
I'm runnin' straight to the dirt
While my man train talkin' on the phone, the curse
Niggaz waste gas drivin' down the same
And hood wishin' for the passenger seats
'em down, like they flaggin' down to get a taxi
Too good to ride a bus, drinkin' is a
Another day kickin' back, the scientist is at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' back in the
Or will and temple where my homie down by zeenie
With the bald head too hot for the beanie
Sittin' on the porch niggaz run the sign
Hookers they bodies 'round the way ain't hard to find
Right in the corner of mcdonald's lot
out their hair 'cause that spot is hot
And that's

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Nigga gotta keep my shit
Lettin' punk niggaz know how the fuck I
Pussy ass niggaz always be around
A nigga ren when I put that real shit down

Randy up the cuttin' up the fresh fade
And compton p.d. around the 'bout to raid
The yellow helicopter hangin' like a gnat
And hood yellin' out a car where the party at
My robbin' train go and get a
And 'round the way don't give a damn about a gang truce
But I gotta love for my people
And like they ain't tryin', just keep dyin'
I won't be like most niggaz and come
And shoot my video in and disappear for a year
We fools like that shake the spot
One for the jack yo ass in the parkin' lot
'cause handkerchief headed niggaz come around
Braggin' 'bout that money be makin'
Boot lickin' butt dancin' niggaz just chill
Before I tell 'em how I feel and that's

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Yeah, uh, it down
All busta ass niggaz
Do it like this,
Uh, yeah, come all y'all ass niggaz to this

Goin' to the pad hit the beach up on the
comes korleone up the street in the mini-blazer
While the dominoes start to get
The time that the barbique start bakin'
I eat swine, but I take a turkey burger
I fade worms, that books' full of terms
Homies pass by, some stop and
On a gang a topics we to debate
On why in black neighborhoods is always towed
And white ain't one piece a trash 'round
So we gotta do for and quit bitchin'
Recycle black dollars so we can roll
Every street got own rap artist
On every cover every brother got a gun tryin' to the hardest
But some deserve a slap 'cause they laid down strap
When hear that's a rap and that's real

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