Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Their Headz Ringin

Yeah, whattup, is Dr. Dre
The party's on
God it's Friday

["Buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X]

Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding dong)
2X

Verse

[Hey you, sittin there] Say what?
better get up out of your chair] That's right
[And your body down] Yeahhh...
[No time to funk around, we gon....]
Funk, you, on up
So get up, get a move on, and get your on
It's the D-R-E the
In a I go for your neck so call me Blackula
As I drain a jugular vein
and maintain to blood stains so don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats I
Keepin it real, enables me to another meal
Still, run up and try to kill at will
But get popped a pimple, so call me Clearasil
I wipe niggaz off the of the Earth since birth
I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm
More than a Stealth bomber, I drama
The enforcer, music flows like a flying
Or a 747 jet, never
I'm that nigga that the hoes panties wet
The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat
With grooves so funky, come with a Speed Stick
So check the that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Verse

One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the
Five for the hoe, for Death Row
Mad niggaz to feel the full effect of intellect
So I can respect, plus a check
Now I to, get into to, my mental
will take care of business I need to attend to, 'cause my rent's due
And rap shit's my meal ticket
So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get
I bring like Stephen King
A black Casanova, niggaz over like Christine
When I the spot with the flavor I got
I kick plenty of ass, so me an astronaut
As I blast past another nigga's ass thought he was strong
But I smoke him grass, just like Cheech and Chong
When I flow, know, it's time to take a hike
I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke
I got rhymes to you enchanted
Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes
So check the flavor that I'm
The motherfuckin D-R-E, keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Verse

Debonairre with flair, I scare and tear
without a care, shit as if I was a mayor
But I no politician, no competition
all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the back
on stage and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at N Go
Dre came to wax you so, just me Mop N Glow
Many tried to, but can't rock with
I'm 6-1, 225, a pure
Your chances of jackin me are G
Cause I rock from summer til Santa down the chimney
Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to
Cause yo, I'm just a fly
So, check the flavor I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their headz ringin

(Chorus)