Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

Living room packed, laid back on the
can't see me on the madden with frisco
I'm fools straight to the dirt
While my man train talkin' on the phone, the evil
Niggaz waste gas drivin' down the streets
And hood wishin' for the passenger seats
Flag 'em down, like they flaggin' down to get a
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 call will and temple my homie down by zeenie
With the bald head it's too hot for the
Sittin' on the niggaz run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way ain't to find
Right in the of mcdonald's parkin' lot
Peepin' out their 'cause that spot is hot
And that's

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Nigga gotta keep my real
punk niggaz know how the fuck I feel
Pussy ass niggaz wanna be around
A nigga like ren when I put real shit down

Randy up the cuttin' up the fresh fade
And compton p.d. around the corner 'bout to
The yellow helicopter hangin' 'round like a
And hood rats 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', niggaz keep dyin'
I won't be like niggaz and just come
And shoot my video in and disappear for a year
We make fools like shake the spot
One for the jack yo ass in the parkin' lot
'cause headed niggaz come around fakin'
Braggin' 'bout money they be makin'
lickin' butt dancin' niggaz just better chill
Before I 'em how I feel and that's real

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

Goin' to the pad hit the up on the pager
Here comes korleone up the in the mini-blazer
While the dominoes to get shakin'
The same time 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 and conversate
On a gang a we start to debate
On why in black is always towed down
And white ain't one piece a trash 'round
So we gotta do for self and bitchin'
Recycle dollars so we can roll impalas
Every got their own rap artist
On every every brother got a gun tryin' to look the hardest
But some a slap 'cause they laid down they strap
When they hear that's a rap and that's

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