Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

Living room packed, laid on the flow
Niggaz see me on the madden with frisco
I'm runnin' fools straight to the
While my man 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 flaggin' down to get a taxi
Too good to ride a bus, is a must
Another day back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' in the shade
Or call will and temple where my homie by zeenie
With the head it's 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 corner of mcdonald's lot
Peepin' out their hair 'cause that is hot
And real

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

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

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Yeah, uh, break it
All y'all 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
comes korleone up the street in the mini-blazer
While the start to get shakin'
The same time the barbique start bakin'
I don't eat swine, but I a turkey burger
I can't fade worms, books' full of terms
Homies by, some stop and conversate
On a gang a topics we start to
On why in neighborhoods is always towed down
And neighborhoods ain't one piece a trash 'round
So we gotta do for and quit bitchin'
Recycle dollars so we can roll impalas
street got their own rap artist
On every cover brother got a gun tryin' to look the hardest
But deserve a slap 'cause they laid down they strap
they hear that's a rap and that's real

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