Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Their Headz Ringin

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

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

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

Verse

[Hey you, sittin over Say what?
[You better get up out of your That's right
[And work body down] Yeahhh...
[No to funk around, cause we gon....]
Funk, you, on up
So get up, get a move on, and get groove on
It's the the spectacular
In a I go for your neck so call me Blackula
As I drain a niggaz jugular
and maintain to leave stains so don't complain
chill, listen to the beats I spill
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 face of the Earth birth
I been a bad nigga, now let me you what I'm worth
than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama
The enforcer, music like a flying saucer
Or a 747 jet, forget
I'm that nigga that keeps the panties wet
The mic gets smoked, once you hear the kick
With grooves so funky, they with a Speed Stick
So the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Two:

One-two for the crew, for the dough
for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row
Mad niggaz about to the full effect of intellect
So I can collect respect, 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 this rap my meal ticket
So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get
I bring terror Stephen King
A black Casanova, runnin niggaz like Christine
I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I kick plenty of ass, so call me an
As I blast another nigga's ass that thought he was strong
But I smoke him like grass, like Cheech and Chong
When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to a hike
Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a
I got rhymes to you enchanted
Produce a smokesscreen with the funky to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Three:

Debonairre with flair, I wear and tear
a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor
But I no politician, no competition
Sendin all to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the back
Step on and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds you bought em at Stop N Go
Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N
Many tried to, but just rock with
I'm 6-1, 225, a chocolate
chances of jackin me are slim G
Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes the chimney
Ho ho ho, and so, as I to flow
Cause yo, I'm a fly negro
So, check the flavor I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)