Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

'that's what the fuck I'm talkin'
That real shit

Living packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz can't see me on the with frisco
I'm fools straight to the dirt
my man train talkin' on the phone, the evil curse
Niggaz gas drivin' down the same streets
And hood rats wishin' for the seats
'em down, like they flaggin' down to get a taxi
Too to ride a bus, drinkin' is a must
Another day kickin' back, the scientist is hard at
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' back in the
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 sign
sell they bodies 'round the way ain't hard to find
Right in the of mcdonald's parkin' lot
out their hair 'cause that spot is hot
And that's

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

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

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

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

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