Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

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

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

I had a messed up childhood the is mad nappy
I need in a snap gee kid
I'm trying to like Papi
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
out in the reds wearing Levi's and Pro-Keds

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

That's the of lifestyle that I lead
With my fams on the drinking beers and smoking weed
I been through all the struggles and the pain
I'm ripping out my hairs but I get to my brain
I want the gold and chains
I hustle with Timberland boots and rainsuits when it
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 I'm some sucker?
Word to him I stomp you out with my tim
Who, who you stepping to the lost boy
Boy you stomped that ass is

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 a real soldier 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 down

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

A man to look after
Taking rap as a joke but I see no
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 home fam it all what 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