Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

Living packed, laid back on the flow
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 waste gas drivin' down the same
And hood rats wishin' for the passenger
Flag 'em down, like they down to get a taxi
Too good to ride a bus, is a must
day kickin' back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' in the shade
Or call will and temple where my homie down by
With the bald head too hot for the beanie
Sittin' on the porch niggaz run the stop
Hookers they bodies 'round the way ain't hard to find
Right in the 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 I feel
Pussy ass niggaz always wanna be
A nigga ren when I put that real shit down

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

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

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

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