Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

'that's what the fuck I'm about
real shit nigga'

Living packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz see me on the madden with frisco
I'm runnin' straight to the dirt
While my man train talkin' on the phone, the curse
Niggaz waste gas drivin' the same streets
And hood rats wishin' for the seats
Flag 'em down, like they flaggin' to get a taxi
Too good to a bus, drinkin' is a must
Another day kickin' back, the scientist is hard at
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' in the shade
Or call will and temple where my homie by zeenie
With the bald it's too hot for the beanie
on the porch niggaz run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way hard to find
Right in the corner of mcdonald's lot
Peepin' out hair 'cause that spot is hot
And that's

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Nigga gotta my shit real
punk niggaz know how the fuck I feel
Pussy ass niggaz always be around
A nigga like ren when I put that real down

Randy up the street cuttin' up the fade
And compton p.d. around the corner to raid
The yellow hangin' 'round like a gnat
And rats yellin' out a car where the party at
My robbin' train go and get a
And 'round the way don't give a damn about a gang truce
But I lotta love for my people
And like they ain't tryin', niggaz just dyin'
I won't be like most niggaz and just
And my video in compton and disappear for a year
We make like that shake the spot
One for the treble yo ass in the parkin' lot
'cause handkerchief headed niggaz around fakin'
Braggin' 'bout that money be makin'
Boot lickin' butt dancin' niggaz better chill
Before I tell 'em how I and that's real

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Yeah, uh, break it
All y'all busta ass
Do it like this,
Uh, yeah, come all y'all ass niggaz to this

Goin' to the pad hit the beach up on the
Here comes up the street in the mini-blazer
While the start to get shakin'
The same time that the start bakin'
I don't eat swine, but I take a burger
I can't fade worms, that full of terms
Homies pass by, stop and conversate
On a gang a we start to debate
On why in black neighborhoods is towed down
And white neighborhoods ain't one a trash 'round
So we gotta do for self and quit
black dollars so we can roll impalas
Every street got own rap artist
On every every brother got a gun tryin' to look the hardest
But some deserve a slap 'cause they laid they strap
When hear that's a rap and that's real

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