Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Doin' It

[Intro - voice - talking] + (Female voice) (*echo*)
(Keep it baby)
This is a world
Uh oh, yeah, talk to 'em
Bring the back!, c'mon

[Chorus - Male + (Female voice)
(Keep it baby)
Yeah, we see you
(Keep it baby)
One-Eye, we see you too
(Keep it baby)
Busta, and ... Mystikal

1 - Mystikal]
I'm in their trunk that got the rag on in the wheel
come up with the money in the deal
Suede headliner, shinin with the grill
on the curb lookin motherfucker, how you feel?
See your boy plottin, talkin you got steel
That's get you popped, probably get your ass killed
I see you motherfuckers, up in it, can't chill
I hear your heart brothers don't think it can't spill
I came from Louisiana, get peeled
This ain't no propaganda, my knocker that's
Ain't promotin no violence, just encitin violence, chill
And if I said not to move, then you be still
Chopper ain't in the driver's side, that a make man yield
Get your ass out the car, yeah you know the drill
And from now on by conscious to who the that you appeal
Niggaz get ya, that's how pay they motherfuckin bills down here

- Mystikal] + (Female voice) - w/ ad libs from Dirtbag
Keep it
(Keep it baby)
doin it
(Keep it baby)
doin it
(Keep it baby)
(Keep it baby)

(Dirtbag!)

[Verse 2 -
Hey me and your sippin Crissy up in the clubs and
Oh my god! touchin the suds huh
gangsta, for you little slugs
Shoulders your homie
When people "what's up"
That's when I pull up, finish what I've
Jump in the car, the God and roll a blunt (yee!)
You see, your boy's from Miami
Ears like Sammy Sosa, bitch takin over
underneath my eyes, I ain't sleep in days
I'm in the bushes with a K, your gon' spray
Eat mangos and grapes, as your decay
Bunny and yay, you had us in ninth grade
Hey what can I say, suflet
and Moet on the dawn of day
We went from broke, to makin big millas
beater chinchillas, life can't get no realer, nigga

[Chorus - Rhymes] + (Female voice)
(Keep it baby)
Mystikal, Violator,
(Keep it baby)
Dirtbag, Violator,
(Keep it baby)
Busta-Bus,
must know how to make 'em
Here we go, yeah, bap

3 - Busta Rhymes]
This shit ain't over motherfucker, just a second
God of this rap, it's only that I end the record
"Violator" nigga, with my I'll cut you up
a "Violator" nigga, we fuck you up
Don't you think or even try to confront on a tread
Flipmode, Violator, known for bustin your head
Huh, watch the way we drop it, we ready and
In words, your whole rap roster whack, give me your label
Whenever, whatever, whoever be thinkin they
Test "Violator" man to merge five labels
Flow sick, so quick and it me the pleasure
Got a lotta shit, flow switched like a of the weather
Throw on my high beam cause my clean
The cop now your all big ridin' team
let me hal-swing, sing along, do your thing now
Feel my sting, crown Busta-bus now

- Busta Rhymes] + (Female voice)
(Keep it baby)
I'ma doin it baby
(Keep it baby)
We gon' keep doin it
(Keep it baby)
Check it, I'ma keep it baby
(Keep it baby)

[Outro - voice]
3!
DJ countin the down and the big dog pitbull
Squad, shitonniggaz.com
go! (uh oh)
Lighty, I see you man
Busta Rhymes, Mystikal, (c'mon)
It's a & Dre epidemic
Who test, c'mon
Who test, Violator 3