Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

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

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

Come on and 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 real from the street
Throw your hands in the air we you
Bounce it up town, it down south
Bounce, bounce it up town, it down south

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

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

That's the type of 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 but I can't get to my brain
I want the gold and chains
I hustle with Timberland and rainsuits when it rains
Fools make your pay dues
Give up your cheese you loose my baby boy shoes

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

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

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

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

on and keep 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
your hands in the air we salute you
Bounce it up town, it down south
bounce it up town, bounce it down south