Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my window
And I Indo
Hollered at my kin
that I big smoke
I hit my nigga Gutta them gutta ways
All of my bussin' K's
So I was astray
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout
I once, thought bout blinking myself
I got bank to accept!

You heard that green and cd
That gutta!
The world-wide
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the corner in Cali
With the and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we that shit!
I figured that I'd die in 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 shit that I was to you
I betcha have Lil' Boosie 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!

[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 crew
Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
Do you remember smoking with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was nine
And had these niggaz of us!
My full of floods (floods)
But my hood of thugs
Who in pen
Rep Baton til the day that they touch

And you know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit 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 another fucking

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

If you wanna leave club
I
You don't come around and try to beef with us
This for my niggaz and
Keep ya up!
And I'ma keep my up
And ya throw the set up!
I'm it gutta!

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

Ricks was the shit
It wasn't no ridin' in
I use to joy his purple
I walk in my house
And on my chase
I saw better days
thought my selfish ways
Have me blowing haze

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 don't (Fuck it)
dro, by the ounce
And sip syrup, by the
Ain' too many can with me
on my generation
Shouts out to all my
And my who be hatin', get ya hate on!