Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

Sit on crates their backs against gates
man is insane he's got a brain like Norman Bates
Timberland boots ski hats we pack
Carry town because we tapping niggas hoodrats
But they don't want the
See a south side Jamaica fellas get down man
so what your crew is X rated
Peoples if you violate you violated

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

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

Pouring on the curb for the dead
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 the police 'cause police they'se a bunch of creeps
I'm off the new burners in the park
We sleep during the day and creep when it's
I had to cry when I seen Tyrone die
This on black crime I cram to understand why
Baby girls having kids in their
Young fellows jeans slinging crack to the crack fiends

That's the of lifestyle that I lead
With my fams on the corner drinking and smoking weed
I been through all the struggles and the pain
I'm out my hairs but I can't get to my brain
I want the gold and chains
I hustle Timberland boots and rainsuits when it rains
Fools make moves pay dues
up your cheese you loose my baby boy need shoes

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

Come on and it real, this is saying
That the 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 hands in the air we salute you
Bounce it up town, bounce it down
Bounce, bounce it up town, bounce it south

See we live the life
I smoking blunts with the wife stay on point a
'Cause every day on Rockaway is 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 strive
So nowadays we packing
We racking grimy for funds and I stash all my sons mons

A man to look after
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
That the lost boy and group home fam want it all what you do
And if you feel that you'se a real soldier from the
your hands in the air we salute you
Bounce it up town, it down south
bounce it up town, bounce it down south