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
Gimme the reason to stop breathin'
And I will leave him eatin'
I ain't even the bomb
In the i'm at Juvi,
til I in Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin' Uzis
You won't punk me, a stack front me
No crack, put it up and
And get the Bone Thugs mash
In the walkin', real weezy by myself
And dreams of hookin' with Eazy me queasy
no food and bad health
You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my
And plus, my groins poised
And only on yourself
Damn, who found thanks, swing I'm slick
And even I'ma stick all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch
crack them broads blastin' with Deuce
Deuce isn't missin' some dick
I'm still on my mission

(Chorus)
You gotta be where 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 with my
Respecting the blessings given on the
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 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 cause is out here strugglin'
Holdin' back the tears, but it ain't
Somethin', somethin', but enough to up the functions
One of my homies I buck with, oh

(Chorus: 2X)
You gotta be careful 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 hella attitude, do what you gotta do
Go fuck who you fuck
Smoke with you want to
a minute when it might haunt you
And while every nigga in found the Lord
Cause time to visit the parole board
I stay down, hold the gat down, hit the floor
I'm comin' up outta this motherfucker the door
Niggas when the money's abundant
But then start when it ain't no fun
And the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick
Tellin' me to think about my
Big bitch, swear to God, they ain't
You can turn a ho a house wife
Or fake niggas into real
everyone wanna be in the limelight
Or they wanna be the to kill on the frontline
to the message,
cause motherfuckers have you thinkin like prison
They ain't to go to Heaven
Might as pull out your weapon and blast yourself
I had a of a little division
I'm on a traveling the world
Talk to all the little children, the is fake
And don't listen, watch back
A nigga had a

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