Luyện nghe bài hát Be Careful

(Bizzy)
Little Layzie the plan up
And Wish I wouldn't bust
Til he was witness to my sickness, pickin' em off
When I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my moms
Gimme the reason to your breathin'
And I leave him eatin' lesions
I even drop the bomb
In the i'm at Juvi,
til I escaped in Cleveland, and shootin' Uzis
You won't me, a stack don't front me
No crack, put it up and
And get with the Thugs mash
In the winter walkin', real by myself
And dreams of hookin' with made me queasy
Maybe no food and bad
You see, my left me no wealth, put it in my loins
And plus, my groins poised
And only on yourself
Damn, who would've thanks, swing I'm slick
And even though I'ma all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch
crack them broads blastin' with Deuce
Deuce isn't missin' some dick
I'm laughin' on my mission

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

(Bizzy)
See, in the trenches my henchmen
Respecting the given on the commison
While my pops is all up in prison, I miss him
With no hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve
Hell, I love my all is well
Oh yeah, a key for payments
See my need it daily
Lay Lay I see shady, huh
Niggas be crazy
I my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby
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 cause niggas is out here strugglin'
Holdin' the tears, but it ain't nothin'
Somethin', somethin', but to blow up the functions
One of my that I buck with, oh

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

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

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