Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

'that's the fuck 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 evil
Niggaz waste gas drivin' the same streets
And rats wishin' for the passenger seats
Flag 'em down, like they flaggin' to get a taxi
Too good to a bus, drinkin' is a must
Another day kickin' back, the scientist is at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' back in the
Or call will and temple my homie down by zeenie
With the bald head too hot for the beanie
Sittin' on the porch niggaz run the stop
Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way ain't hard to
in the corner of mcdonald's parkin' lot
Peepin' out their hair 'cause that is hot
And real

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

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

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

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

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