Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

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

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

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

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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

Goin' to the pad hit the up on the pager
Here comes korleone up the street in the
While the dominoes to get shakin'
The time that the barbique start bakin'
I don't eat swine, but I take a burger
I can't fade worms, that full of terms
Homies pass by, some and conversate
On a gang a topics we to debate
On why in black neighborhoods is towed down
And white neighborhoods ain't one piece a trash
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 brother got a gun tryin' to look the
But some deserve a slap 'cause they laid down they
When they hear a rap and that's real

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