Luyện nghe bài hát Keep On '99

It's about 40 degrees out
I know all you out there listening to these
Humping and a bumping out in your
Well, ahh..y-you em Moe (fart sound)
right, and right now, we're gonna hit you off
With one from Redman, and uhh, it's uhh
Well.. OOH OOH AHH AHH, he's gon', LET THE OUT

Ha, in it
Yo,
Now first of all I be the Doc blocks of hash
your fag ass commisioner when I harass because
Hood is, no infiltration
If it's hot to your
Then it's hot to the next
I'm in Da Bricks like on the mix,
I'm not a playa, but y'all hating me like I'm a
These cars y'all talk about, the Doc already
You 'bout to go downtown bitch, The Shiznit
Overseas banging kok in the lot
I'm overdosing in a coffee shop
And when you lust for music to bust
Trust that nigga who bubble more than Cold Plus
Static, niggas all dramatic
I'd rather smoke cabbage, in the chair getting
My P.O. to violate me for the habit
Because I walked in the office rocking straight

Gonna ride in the hoop' with a freak
Hope to God I don't have to pull the tonight
But uhh, light up a L I'm a nigga for life
Hustlers, got the that'll keep you high!
[Female
Just gently the balls, into the mouth, and .. HUMMMMM
Gently, place the balls into the mouth and..

Yo, I'm in your local rolling a Corona Deluxe
Bitch you better hit the 40, a margarita!
Shit I still scam change out the meter
And get a bunch of pussies wet overflooding
Yes, a quarter-sacks, hut one two
My cerebral will keep the white boys glue
Hotter than Champagne Rump Shaker II
Get dap like the Mad Rapper, "Who da are you?"
The Loaded Desperado, I'm than Rollo
(Ay yo, what you hitting Doc?) I'm hitting up in the Tahoe
Gettin chickens in the back of the Apollo
Say, "Fuck that!" if I'm a tough act to
("Fuck That!!!") Disagree I the beef gyro
Only right I spiral the hot shit I know
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Then buy a six shot Eclipse with grips

And get a bitch who love robbing shit!


It don't stop y'all, it stop nigga
You don't stop y'all, it don't stop
I an independent woman back into a HOOCHIE
Make a Jew a Dashiki and a KUFI
[Eric
I be the, Nutty Professor, aggressor
Put rappers under pressure, with no

Rock it to a T. Booker,
You're straight up
I can't hang with niggas who be scared as hell to push up
Too much and, not enough time
It be, too many thugs and not nines
Hey hoe, here five-o, stash the blow
Stop sucking on my dick and slide on your Coles
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And everytime we look around niggas on my block

Ay yo them Def Squad motherfuckers it hot
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