Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

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

You that green and yellow cd
bitch gutta!
The struggle
Or the one my mother (Child so bad)
I'm on the corner down in Cali
With the Bloods and
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Boosie, man we love that shit!
I figured that I'd die in if I stay in the hood
So I'm tryin' to a mil
And get the out Baton Rouge

I wish Tupac'a hear the shit that I was 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 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!)
keep 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 dust Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was nine
And had niggaz scared of us!
My hood of floods (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
you bein' locked up, til 2003
When you 'posed to be out
and ballin like me
And all I see, is on me
So Pac
I hope it's not another fucking

I no rookie!
Fourteen, cookies!
Had all the looking!
And ya why nigga
I'm gutta!
My hang low
My eyes looking 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
for my niggaz and guhls
Keep ya up!
And I'ma keep my up
And make ya the set up!
I'm it gutta!

What you about to eat
What you about peeping yo out
To see who ya to cease
the beginning
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
I was little
Across the street a ship
And next door a killer

Ricks was the shit
It wasn't no ridin' in
I use to joy his purple
When I in my house
And on my chase
I done saw days
Never my selfish ways
Have me purple haze

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my left this world
I he could be here to see my pretty ass lil girl
But he can't, so I
Get mad and I think (Fuck it)
Smoke dro, by the
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!