Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real..Represent [Full Orignial Version Previously Unreleased]

Yeah, rappers, spread your
Pull your panties down, take wig off
Let me see bald head, that's right
I got you on Kodak, pictures are goin' out to
Tail, you're gonna be a star, yeah

I heard you quit rap, your went back to porno flicks
You turned drag queen, a call girl doin'
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma your loot
I you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes

With high heels, you stole your mom's birth control
You on new stuff, I heard about that sex change
You got a vagina, grandmother think it's strange
New eyeliner, you was flirtin' a gay designer

Your girl felt mines, and off her Calvin Klein's
I saw Tampax, red stop signs
I looked at her and said, "Mmm, put panties back on"
Then jerked off to Brown, when her verse was on

I wanna back and bust nuts at your butts
Your girl is cocked up, lollipops, doggie style
I feel I'm dealin' plastic, watch these fake smiles
Yeah, meet my and my right

Keep it real, represent My nuts
Keep it real, represent My nuts

I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard rectum
I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't him
You now in pain, your mom just had the
Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole

Have you scared with crack pipes? Your throwin' doodoo
Wear out your welcome, your girl sex desires
Have you handicapped, some friends of blow your tires
Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost on your block

With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers
You on methane, my witchcraft is on your brain
Blow out your headpiece, and out quick on the plane
Seal up your coffins, and celebrate champagne

Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry
by rug spots, you see the purple moose
You smokin' sherm or what? I paralyze butt
Lick my d-head, you still pee in the bed
Yo take that wig off, yo let me see that, Caesar

Keep it real, what? My nuts
it real, represent what? My nuts
Keep it real, what? My nuts

I more wreck, than [Incomprehensible] kids in baby's Pampers
Your wife is banned for leavin' in my hampers
That ugly, plastic why you still bug me
I'm on Melrose, Nicole's sun strolls

Black girls weaves, white girls with flat butts
With the H O M O spelled in your name
You was a woman one time, man I know game
With stuck up, sweat leakin' in your crotch

Collard greens you wet pig, you can't eat much
I shut you down, your face two o'clock
Have your girl on sunset, in Denny's cock?
white pumps up, blonde wigs rottin in the trunks

That homeless monkey, Barbie doll junkie
I'm no joke and respect for your kinfolks
Tie tubes back, my scope is on your ass crack
You got paid for doodoo, package rap was wack
Yeah yeah, you know Yeah

it real, represent what? My nuts
Keep it real, what? My nuts
Keep it real, what? My nuts
Keep it real, what? My nuts

That's right, nine, six and
(Reverand Tom)
the scrotum
(Octagon)
All the hairs under the
(The SharkMan)

(Kool Keith)
Yeah, don't buy 'The Tapes'
Sheisty things on, somebody's on the pipes
foldin', goin' down in ninety six
Nobody the records, city's out, no Tuff, Tuff, pity