Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

'that's what the fuck I'm about
real shit nigga'

Living packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz can't see me on the madden with
I'm runnin' straight to the dirt
While my man train talkin' on the phone, the curse
Niggaz waste gas down the same streets
And hood rats wishin' for the seats
Flag 'em down, like flaggin' down to get a taxi
Too to ride a bus, drinkin' is a must
day kickin' back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, back in the shade
Or call and temple where my homie down by zeenie
With the head it's too hot for the beanie
Sittin' on the porch run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way hard to find
Right in the of mcdonald's parkin' lot
out their hair 'cause that spot is hot
And real

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Nigga gotta my shit real
Lettin' punk niggaz know how the I feel
ass niggaz always 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 corner 'bout to
The helicopter hangin' 'round like a gnat
And hood rats out a car where the party at
My robbin' train go and get a
And 'round the way don't give a damn about a gang truce
But I gotta love for my people
And like they ain't tryin', niggaz just keep
I won't be like most niggaz and just
And shoot my video in compton and disappear for a
We make like that shake the spot
One for the treble jack yo ass in the lot
'cause handkerchief headed niggaz around fakin'
Braggin' 'bout that money they be
Boot lickin' butt dancin' niggaz just chill
Before I tell 'em how I and that's real

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

to the pad hit the beach up on the pager
Here comes korleone up the street in the
While the dominoes start to get
The same time the barbique start bakin'
I don't eat swine, but I take a burger
I can't fade worms, that books' of terms
Homies pass by, stop and conversate
On a gang a topics we start to
On why in neighborhoods is always towed down
And white ain't one piece a trash 'round
So we gotta do for self and bitchin'
Recycle black so we can roll 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 laid down they
When they hear that's a rap and real

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