Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I up my project window
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 pray, so I'm thinking bout death
I never once, thought blinking myself
I got bank to accept!

You that green and yellow cd
That gutta!
The struggle
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm on the corner down in Cali
the Bloods and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah 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 out Baton Rouge

I wish Tupac'a hear the that I was speaking to you
I betcha Tupac'a have Lil' on an album or two
And did my go to Thug Mansion?
(Shiiit)If he did
I know he saved a 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 game mane!)
Let's it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was taught to get it like a man! For sheezy!

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

And you know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya 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 it's not another fucking robbery

I no rookie!
Fourteen, cookies!
Had all the looking!
And ya know why
I'm gutta!
My pants low
My eyes looking too
My cost 400
from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you leave this club
I
You come around here and try to beef with us
This for my niggaz and
ya head up!
And I'ma keep my 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 ya to cease
the beginning
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
Then I'm
Sign all my niggaz deals so they can live, Lil Boo
I was led on this path to
I was little
Across the street a plant
And next door a fuckin'

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

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my daddy this world
I wish he could be 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 many can with me
That's on my
out to all my niggaz
And my haters who be hatin', get ya on!