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
Slinging rocks and 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 got the cheeks doing crimes
The street life yeah the only life I know
Where sling bust shots and push yeah yo

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

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

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

Pouring beer on the curb for the
I had to bring drama to some powder
Hey yo cut the down
Yo half the world thought the album in this '94 and it's on

I'm smoking weed in '96 my peeps
Jetting from the police 'cause police they'se a of creeps
I'm testing off the new burners in the
We sleep the day and creep when it's dark
I once had to cry when I seen die
black on black crime I cram to understand why
Baby girls having in their teens
Young fellows baggy jeans crack to the crack fiends

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

to the cheeks you made an error
You been to the of pain now welcome to my yard of terror
you think I'm some sucker?
Word to him I stomp you out my tim chukkas
Who, who you to the lost boy crew
Boy you stomped that ass is

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

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

A little man to after
Taking rap as a joke but I see no
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 it all what would you do
And if you feel that you'se a real from the street
your hands in the air we salute you
Bounce it up town, bounce it down
Bounce bounce it up town, it down south