Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

room packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz can't see me on the madden frisco
I'm runnin' fools straight to the
my man train talkin' on the phone, the evil curse
Niggaz waste gas drivin' down the streets
And hood 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
how to get paid, kickin' back in the shade
Or will and temple where my homie down by zeenie
With the bald head it's too hot for the
Sittin' on the porch run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way hard to find
Right in the corner of parkin' lot
Peepin' out their hair that spot is hot
And real

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

Randy up the cuttin' up the fresh fade
And compton p.d. around the 'bout to raid
The yellow helicopter hangin' 'round a gnat
And hood rats yellin' out a car the party at
My train go and get a duce
And 'round the way don't give a damn 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 shoot my video in compton and disappear for a
We fools like that shake the spot
One for the treble jack yo ass in the lot
'cause handkerchief headed niggaz come around
Braggin' 'bout that they be makin'
Boot lickin' dancin' niggaz just better chill
I tell 'em how I feel and that's real

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Yeah, uh, it down
All y'all busta ass
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 street in the
While the start to get shakin'
The same time that the barbique start
I don't eat swine, but I take a turkey
I can't fade worms, that books' full of
pass by, some stop and conversate
On a gang a we start to debate
On why in black neighborhoods is always down
And white neighborhoods one piece a trash 'round
So we do for self and quit bitchin'
black dollars so we can roll impalas
Every street got own rap artist
On every cover every brother got a gun to look the hardest
But some deserve a slap 'cause they laid down they
When hear that's a rap and that's real

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