Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

'that's what the fuck I'm about
real shit nigga'

Living room packed, laid back on the
Niggaz see me on the madden with frisco
I'm runnin' fools to the dirt
my man train talkin' on the phone, the evil curse
Niggaz gas drivin' down the same streets
And hood rats wishin' for the seats
Flag 'em down, like they down to get a taxi
Too to ride a bus, drinkin' is a must
Another day back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' in the shade
Or call and temple where my homie down by zeenie
the bald head it's too hot for the beanie
Sittin' on the porch niggaz run the sign
Hookers sell they 'round the way ain't hard to find
Right in the corner of mcdonald's lot
Peepin' out hair 'cause that spot is hot
And that's

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Nigga keep my shit real
Lettin' punk niggaz how the fuck I feel
ass niggaz always wanna be around
A nigga like ren I put that real shit down

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

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Yeah, uh, it down
All y'all ass niggaz
Do it this, 1995
Uh, yeah, come all y'all fake ass to this

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

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