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 them gutta
All of my bussin' K's
So I was lead
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking death
I never once, thought blinking myself
Cause I got to accept!

You heard green and yellow cd
bitch gutta!
The struggle
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the down in Cali
the Bloods and Crips
See Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that 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 victim of game! (Victim of this game mane!)
Let's 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 smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was slangin'
And had niggaz scared of us!
My hood of floods (floods)
But my full of thugs
Who in pen
Rep Baton Rouge til the day they touch

And you don't a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit ya mother'a see
Like you bein' locked up, til
When you 'posed to be out
Flickin' and like me
And all I see, is on me
So Pac
I hope 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 throwback 400
It's 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you wanna this club
I
You don't come around here and try to with us
for my niggaz and guhls
Keep ya up!
And keep my bread up
And ya throw 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 niggaz deals so can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on path to hate
Since I was
Across the a ship plant
And door a fuckin' killer

Calvin Ricks was the
It wasn't no ridin' in
I use to joy his jeep
When I in my house
And on my chase
I done saw better
Never thought my 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 pretty ass lil
But he can't, so I
Get mad and I don't (Fuck it)
Smoke dro, by the
And sip syrup, by the
Ain' too many can fuck me
on my generation
Shouts out to all my
And my who be hatin', get ya hate on!