Luyện nghe bài hát Keep It Real

'that's what the I'm talkin' about
That real shit

Living room packed, laid back on the
Niggaz can't see me on the madden with
I'm runnin' fools straight to the
While my man train talkin' on the phone, the evil
waste gas drivin' down the same streets
And rats wishin' for the passenger seats
Flag 'em down, they flaggin' down to get a taxi
Too to ride a bus, drinkin' is a must
Another day back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' back in the
Or call will and where my homie down by zeenie
With the head it's too hot for the beanie
Sittin' on the niggaz run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way ain't to find
Right in the corner of mcdonald's lot
Peepin' out their hair 'cause spot is hot
And real

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

up the street cuttin' up the fresh fade
And compton p.d. around the corner to raid
The helicopter hangin' 'round like a gnat
And hood rats yellin' out a car where the at
My train go and get a duce
And niggaz 'round the way don't give a damn about a truce
But I gotta love for my people
And like they ain't tryin', niggaz just dyin'
I won't be like most niggaz and come
And shoot my 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 come around fakin'
Braggin' 'bout that they be makin'
Boot lickin' butt dancin' just better chill
Before I tell 'em how I feel and that's

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Yeah, uh, it down
All y'all ass niggaz
Do it this, 1995
Uh, yeah, come all y'all ass niggaz to this

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

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