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 we drinking ghetto champagne
Slinging rocks and packing on the blocks
It's early in the I'm selling tumbs from my Reeboks
Tres, and dimes I write rhymes
But the ghetto times they got the doing crimes
The street life yeah that's the only I know
Where sling rocks bust and push yeah yo

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

Come on and it real, this 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
Throw your in the air we salute you
it up town, bounce it down south
Bounce, bounce it up town, bounce it south

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

Pouring beer on the curb for the
I had to bring drama to powder head
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
from the police 'cause police they'se a bunch of creeps
I'm testing off the new burners in the
We during the day and creep when it's dark
I once had to cry when I seen die
This black on black I cram to understand why
Baby girls kids in their teens
fellows baggy jeans slinging crack to the crack fiends

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

to the cheeks you made an error
You been to the house of pain now welcome to my of terror
What you think I'm sucker?
Word to him I stomp you out 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 lost boy and group home fam want it all would you do
And if you that you'se a real soldier from the street
Throw your in the air we salute you
it up town, bounce it down south
Bounce, bounce it up town, bounce it down

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

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

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