Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my project
And I Indo
Hollered at my kin
that I big smoke
I hit my nigga Gutta with gutta ways
All of my bussin' K's
So I was astray
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout
I never once, bout blinking myself
Cause I got to accept!

You heard that green and cd
bitch gutta!
The world-wide
Or the one my mother (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the down in Cali
the Bloods and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Boosie, man we love that shit!
I figured that I'd die in jail if I in the hood
So I'm to make a mil
And get the fuck out Rouge

I wish Tupac'a the shit that I was speaking to you
I betcha have Lil' Boosie on an album or two
And did my daddy go to Mansion?
(Shiiit)If he did
I know he a spot for his kid
And we G' it!

[Chorus: 2X]
it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this mane!)
Let's it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!

Verse two, is for my hearse
Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
Do you smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was nine
And had these scared of us!
My hood full of (floods)
But my hood of thugs
Who in pen
Rep Baton Rouge til the day that touch

And you don't know a gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit ya mother'a see
Like you bein' locked up, til
When you to be out chea
Flickin' and ballin me
And all I see, is on me
So Pac
I hope not another fucking robbery

I no rookie!
Fourteen, cookies!
Had all the looking!
And ya why nigga
I'm gutta!
My hang low
My eyes wicked too
My cost 400
It's 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you wanna leave this
I
You don't come around here and try to beef us
This for my and guhls
Keep ya up!
And keep my bread up
And ya throw the set up!
I'm it gutta!

What you about to eat
What you peeping yo hood out
To see who want ya to
That's the
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
I'm threw
Sign all my deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on path to hate
Since I was
Across the street a ship
And door a fuckin' killer

Calvin Ricks was the
It no ridin' in South
I use to joy his jeep
I walk in my house
And on my chase
I saw better days
thought my selfish ways
Have me purple haze

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my daddy left this
I wish he could be to see my pretty ass lil girl
But he can't, so I
Get mad and I don't (Fuck it)
Smoke dro, by the
And sip syrup, by the
too many can fuck with me
That's on my
Shouts out to all my
And my who be hatin', get ya hate on!