Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

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

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

Randy up the street cuttin' up the fade
And compton p.d. around the 'bout to raid
The yellow helicopter hangin' 'round like a
And hood rats yellin' out a car where the at
My train go and get a duce
And niggaz 'round the way don't give a about a gang truce
But I gotta lotta love for my
And like they tryin', niggaz just keep dyin'
I be like most niggaz and just come
And shoot my video in compton and for a year
We make like that shake the spot
One for the treble jack yo ass in the lot
'cause handkerchief niggaz come around fakin'
Braggin' 'bout that they be makin'
Boot lickin' butt niggaz just better chill
Before I 'em how I feel and that's real

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

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

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