Luyện nghe bài hát Be Careful

(Bizzy)
Little Layzie made the up
And said I wouldn't bust
Til he was witness to my sickness, pickin' em off
What? I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my moms
the reason to stop your breathin'
And I leave him eatin' lesions
I ain't even drop the
In the i'm at Juvi,
til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin'
You won't punk me, a stack don't me
No crack, put it up and
And get the Bone Thugs mash
In the walkin', real weezy by myself
And of hookin' with Eazy made me queasy
no food and bad health
You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my
And plus, my stay poised
And only count on
Damn, who found thanks, swing I'm slick
And even though stick all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch
Remember them broads blastin' with Deuce
Deuce isn't over some dick
I'm laughin' on my mission

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

(Bizzy)
See, in the trenches with my
the blessings given on the commison
While my pops is all up in prison, I miss him
With no child tales, I was a daddy at twelve
Hell, I love my children all is
Oh yeah, sell a key for
See my baby's need it
Lay Lay I see shady, huh
Niggas be crazy
I love my lady but no way will she me for pay, baby
And i'm down for mine, give up my money,
Nigga, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' year to
Why don't you lend in need niggas is out here strugglin'
Holdin' the tears, but it ain't nothin'
Somethin', somethin', but enough to up the functions
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 who you choose

(Bizzy)
You know what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you do
Go fuck who you wanna
with whoever you want to
Wait a minute it might haunt you
And every nigga in jail 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 this motherfucker through the door
come when the money's abundant
But start runnin' when it ain't no fun
And when the war gets close, and niggas get
me to think about my kids
Big bitch, to God, they ain't punk
You can turn a ho into a house
Or fake niggas real niggas
Where everyone be in the limelight
Or they be the niggas to kill on the frontline
to the message,
cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like
ain't 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 traveling the world
Talk to all the little children, the is fake
And listen, watch your back
A had a premonition

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