Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my window
And I smell
Hollered at my kin
After that I big
I hit my nigga with them gutta ways
All of my bussin' K's
So I was astray
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking death
I never once, bout blinking myself
I got bank to accept!

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

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

repeat 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 remember smoking dust Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was slangin'
And had these niggaz of us!
My full of floods (floods)
But my hood of thugs
Who in pen
Rep Baton Rouge til the day they touch

And you know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can ya some shit that ya mother'a see
Like you locked up, til 2003
you 'posed to be out chea
Flickin' and like me
And all I see, is on me
So Pac
I hope it's not 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 this club
I
You don't come here and try to beef with us
This for my niggaz and
ya head up!
And I'ma keep my up
And make ya the set up!
I'm it gutta!

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

Ricks was the shit
It no ridin' in South
I use to joy his purple
When I walk in my
And on my chedda
I done saw better
Never my selfish ways
Have me blowing purple

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