Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

Sit on crates their backs against gates
Every man is insane got a brain like Norman Bates
boots ski hats we pack gats
Carry across because we tapping niggas hoodrats
But they don't want the
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 home fam want it all would you do
And if you feel you'se a real soldier from the street
Throw hands in the air we salute you
Bounce it up town, bounce it down
Bounce, bounce it up town, bounce it south

I had a messed up childhood the head is mad
I need in a snap gee kid
I'm trying to like Papi
Fat cat the street life is it's at
Peeling caps so yo we got to strapped
Terrified 'cause the crew from the side is bustin'
No question I keep my hear in braids, Taliq got
Hangin' out in the reds wearing and Pro-Keds

Pouring beer on the for the dead
I had to bring drama to some powder
Hey yo cut the down
Yo half the world the album failed in this '94 and it's on

I'm smoking weed in '96 with my
Jetting from the police 'cause police they'se a of creeps
I'm testing off the new in the park
We sleep during the day and creep when dark
I once had to cry I seen Tyrone die
This black on crime I cram to understand why
Baby girls kids in their teens
Young fellows baggy jeans crack to the crack fiends

That's the type of lifestyle that I
With my fams on the corner beers and smoking weed
Believe I been all the struggles and the pain
I'm ripping out my hairs but I can't get to my
I want the gold teeth and
I hustle with Timberland boots and when it rains
make your moves pay dues
Give up your cheese you loose my baby boy shoes

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

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

See we live the life
I smoking with the wife stay on point like a
'Cause every day on Rockaway is hotter
I can't do what a wanna I do I gotta
Survive I not be around in '95
See I was taught young to be and just strive
So we packing guns
We racking grimy hills for funds and I all my sons mons

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

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