Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my project
And I smell
Hollered at my kin
that I big smoke
I hit my nigga Gutta with gutta ways
All of my cousins K's
So I was astray
And I pray, so I'm thinking bout death
I never once, bout blinking myself
I got bank to accept!

You heard that and yellow cd
That gutta!
The struggle
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the down in Cali
With the and Crips
See Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love that shit!
I figured that I'd die in jail if I stay in the
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 Tupac'a have Boosie on an album or two
And did my go to Thug Mansion?
(Shiiit)If he did
I he saved a spot 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 like a man! For sheezy!

Verse two, is for my hearse
Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
Do you smoking dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was nine
And had these niggaz of us!
My hood 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 that ya 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 it's not another robbery

I no rookie!
Fourteen, cookies!
Had all the looking!
And ya know why
I'm gutta!
My hang low
My eyes wicked too
My throwback 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
This for my niggaz and
Keep ya up!
And I'ma my bread up
And make ya the set up!
I'm it gutta!

What you about to eat
you about peeping yo hood out
To see who ya to cease
the beginning
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
Then I'm
Sign all my deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on path to hate
Since I was
Across the street a plant
And next a fuckin' killer

Calvin Ricks was the
It wasn't no ridin' in
I use to joy his jeep
I walk in my house
And on my chase
I saw better days
Never thought my ways
Have me blowing purple

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