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 Devane we drinking champagne
Slinging rocks and packing on the blocks
It's early in the I'm selling tumbs from my Reeboks
Tres, nicks and dimes I rhymes
But the times they got the cheeks doing crimes
The street life yeah that's the only 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 like Norman Bates
Timberland ski hats we pack gats
Carry across because we tapping niggas hoodrats
But they don't want the
See a south side Jamaica Queen get down man
Listen so what your crew is X
Peoples if you violate you violated

Come on and keep it real, this is
the lost boy and group 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, bounce it south
Bounce, bounce it up town, bounce it south

I had a messed up childhood the head is mad
I money in a snap gee kid
I'm to blow like Papi
Fat cat the street life is where at
Peeling caps so yo we got to strapped
'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 for the dead
I had to bring drama to powder head
Hey yo cut the down
Yo half the world thought the album in this '94 and it's on

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

That's the type of lifestyle I lead
With my fams on the corner drinking beers and weed
I been through all the struggles and the pain
I'm ripping out my hairs but I get to my brain
I the gold teeth and chains
I hustle with boots and rainsuits when it rains
make your moves pay dues
Give up your cheese you loose my boy need shoes

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

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

See we the street life
I smoking blunts the wife stay on point like a
'Cause day on Rockaway 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 young to be and just strive
So we packing guns
We racking grimy hills for funds and I stash all my sons

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

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