Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I up my project window
And I Indo
at my kin folk
After I big smoke
I hit my nigga with them gutta ways
All of my cousins K's
So I was lead
And I pray, so I'm thinking bout death
I never once, thought bout myself
I got bank to accept!

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

I wish Tupac'a hear the shit I was speaking to you
I betcha Tupac'a 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!

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it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
Cause I'm a of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)
keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was taught to get it hard a man! For sheezy!

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

And you don't know a nigga as me! (Gutta)
Who can ya some shit that ya mother'a see
you bein' locked up, til 2003
When you 'posed to be out
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 wanna this club
I
You don't come here and try to beef with us
for my niggaz and guhls
Keep ya up!
And I'ma my bread 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 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 this path to
I was little
Across the a ship plant
And next door a fuckin'

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

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my left this world
I wish he could be here to see my 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 who be hatin', get ya hate on!