Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

Sit on crates their backs against gates
Every man is insane he's got a brain Norman Bates
boots ski hats we pack gats
Carry across town because we niggas hoodrats
But they want the family
See a side Jamaica Queen fellas get down man
Listen so what your is X rated
if you violate you getting violated

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

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

Pouring on the curb for the dead
I had to bring to some powder head
Hey yo cut the down
Yo half the world thought the album failed in this '94 and on

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

That's the type of that I lead
With my fams on the corner drinking beers and smoking
Believe I been through all the struggles and the
I'm ripping out my hairs but I get to my brain
I the gold teeth and chains
I with Timberland boots and rainsuits when it rains
Fools make your moves pay
Give up your cheese you loose my baby boy shoes

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

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 that a real soldier from the street
Throw hands in the air we salute you
Bounce it up town, it down south
Bounce, it up town, bounce it down south

See we live the street
I smoking blunts the wife stay on point like a
every day on Rockaway is getting hotter
I can't do what a wanna I do what I
Survive I not be around in '95
See I was taught young to be strong and strive
So nowadays we guns
We racking grimy hills for and I stash all my sons mons

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

Come on and it real, this is saying
That the lost boy and group home fam it all what would you do
And if you that 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, bounce it down