Luyện nghe bài hát Be Careful

(Bizzy)
Little Layzie made the up
And said I wouldn't bust
Til he was to my sickness, started pickin' em off
When I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my moms
Gimme the reason to stop your
And I will leave him eatin'
I ain't even the bomb
In the i'm at Juvi,
til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin'
You won't me, a stack don't front me
No crack, put it up and
And get the Bone Thugs mash
In the winter walkin', weezy by myself
And dreams of hookin' with Eazy made me
Maybe no and bad health
You see, my left me no wealth, put it in my loins
And plus, my groins stay
And only count on
Damn, who would've found thanks, I'm slick
And though I'ma stick all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch
Remember crack them blastin' with Deuce
Deuce isn't missin' some dick
I'm still laughin' on my

(Chorus)
You gotta be careful you go
You gotta be careful you do
You be careful who you use
You gotta be who you choose

(Bizzy)
See, in the trenches my henchmen
Respecting the blessings on the commison
my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him
With no hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve
Hell, I my children all is well
Oh yeah, sell a key for
See my baby's it daily
Lay Lay I see shady, huh
must be crazy
I love my lady but no way will she play me for pay,
And i'm down for mine, up my money, money
Nigga, they can't me make it clear hustlin' year to year
Why don't you lend in need cause niggas is out here
Holdin' the tears, but it ain't nothin'
Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the
One of my that I buck with, oh

(Chorus: 2X)
You gotta be where you go
You gotta be careful you do
You gotta be who you use
You gotta be careful who you

(Bizzy)
You know what I her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do
Go who you wanna fuck
Smoke whoever you want to
Wait a minute when it might you
And while every in jail found the Lord
Cause it's time to visit the parole
I stay down, hold the gat down, hit the floor
I'm comin' up outta motherfucker through the door
come when the money's abundant
But then start runnin' it ain't no fun
And when the war gets close, and get gun-sick
Tellin' me to think my kids
Big bitch, to God, they ain't punk
You can turn a ho a house wife
Or fake niggas into niggas
everyone wanna be in the limelight
Or they wanna be the to kill on the frontline
to the message,
cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like
They tryin to go to Heaven
Might as well out your weapon and blast yourself
I had a vision of a division
I'm on a mission the world
to all the little children, the adults is fake
And don't listen, your back
A had a premonition

(Chorus) (repeat fade)
You gotta be where you go
You be careful what you do
You be careful who you use
You be careful who you choose