Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

Sit on keep their backs against gates
man is insane he's got a brain like Norman Bates
Timberland ski hats we pack gats
across town because we tapping niggas hoodrats
But they want the family
See a south side Jamaica Queen get down man
Listen so what crew is X rated
Peoples if you violate you violated

Come on and keep it real, is saying
That the lost boy and home fam want it all what would you do
And if you feel that you'se a real 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

I had a up childhood the head is mad nappy
I need in a snap gee kid
I'm trying to like Papi
Fat cat the street is where it's at
Peeling so yo we got to stay strapped
Terrified the crew from the south side is bustin'
No question I keep my in braids, Taliq got dreads
Hangin' out in the reds wearing Levi's and

beer on the curb for the dead
I had to bring drama to some head
Hey yo cut the down
Yo half the world thought the 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 sleep during the day and when it's dark
I had to cry when I seen Tyrone die
black on black crime I cram to understand why
Baby having kids in their teens
Young fellows baggy jeans slinging crack to the fiends

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

Stepping to the cheeks you made an
You to the house of pain now welcome to my yard of terror
What you think I'm some
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 keep it real, is saying
That the lost boy and 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 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 day on Rockaway is getting hotter
I can't do what a wanna I do what I
Survive I might not be in '95
See I was taught to be strong and just strive
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 Suitte and Big Tig
In and V A

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