Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

Yo believe I paid the dues man I in the game
With my on Linden and Devane we drinking ghetto champagne
Slinging and packing glocks on the blocks
It's early in the morning I'm selling tumbs my Reeboks
Tres, and dimes I write rhymes
But the ghetto times got the cheeks doing crimes
The street yeah that's the only life I know
Where sling rocks bust shots and push yo

Sit on keep their backs against gates
Every man is insane got a brain like Norman Bates
Timberland boots ski hats we gats
Carry across town because we tapping niggas
But don't want the family
See a south side Jamaica Queen get down man
Listen so what your is X rated
Peoples if you violate you getting

on and keep it real, this is saying
That the lost boy and group fam want it all what would you do
And if you feel you'se a real soldier from the street
Throw your hands in the air we you
Bounce it up town, bounce it down
Bounce, bounce it up town, it down south

I had a messed up childhood the head is mad
I need in a snap gee kid
I'm trying to blow like
Fat cat the life is where it's at
Peeling caps so yo we got to stay
'cause the crew from the south side is bustin'
No question I my hear in braids, Taliq got dreads
Hangin' out in the reds wearing Levi's and

Pouring beer on the curb for the
I had to bring drama to some head
Hey yo cut the music
Yo half the world thought the failed in this '94 and it's on

I'm smoking in '96 with my peeps
Jetting from the police 'cause police a bunch of creeps
I'm off the new burners in the park
We sleep during the day and creep when it's
I once had to cry when I seen die
This black on crime I cram to understand why
Baby girls having kids in teens
Young fellows baggy jeans slinging to the crack fiends

That's the type of lifestyle that I
With my fams on the corner drinking beers and smoking
Believe I through all the struggles and the pain
I'm ripping out my but I can't get to my brain
I want the gold and chains
I hustle with Timberland and rainsuits when it rains
Fools make your moves pay
Give up your cheese you my baby boy need shoes

Stepping to the cheeks you made an
You been to the house of now welcome to my yard of terror
What you think I'm sucker?
to him I stomp you out with my tim chukkas
Who, who you to the lost boy crew
Boy you stomped ass is through

on and keep it real, this is saying
That the lost boy and group fam want it all what would you do
And if you feel you'se a real soldier from the street
Throw your hands in the air we you
Bounce it up town, it down south
Bounce, bounce it up town, bounce it down

See we the street life
I smoking blunts with the wife stay on like a
'Cause every day on is getting hotter
I can't do what a wanna I do what I
Survive I might not be in '95
See I was taught young to be strong and just
So nowadays we guns
We racking grimy for funds and I stash all my sons mons

A little man to look
Taking rap as a but I see no laughter
To my man Suitte and Big Tig
In and V A

Come on and keep it real, is saying
the lost boy and group home fam want it all what would you do
And if you feel that you'se a real soldier from the
Throw your hands in the air we you
Bounce it up town, bounce it down
Bounce bounce it up town, bounce it south