Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

Living room packed, laid on the flow
Niggaz can't see me on the madden frisco
I'm runnin' 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
Flag 'em down, like they flaggin' down to get a
Too good to ride a bus, drinkin' is a
Another day back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' in the shade
Or call will and temple my homie down by zeenie
With the head it's too hot for the beanie
Sittin' on the niggaz run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way hard to find
Right in the corner of parkin' lot
Peepin' out their 'cause that spot is hot
And real

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

up the street cuttin' up the fresh fade
And compton p.d. around the corner to raid
The yellow helicopter hangin' 'round like a
And hood rats yellin' out a car the party at
My train 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 ain't tryin', just keep dyin'
I won't be like most and just come
And shoot my video in compton and disappear for a
We make fools like that shake the
One for the jack yo ass in the parkin' lot
handkerchief headed niggaz come around fakin'
Braggin' 'bout that they be makin'
Boot lickin' dancin' niggaz just better chill
Before I tell 'em how I feel and that's

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

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

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