Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my window
And I smell
Hollered at my kin
After that I big
I hit my nigga Gutta them gutta ways
All of my cousins K's
So I was astray
And I don't pray, so I'm bout death
I never once, thought bout myself
Cause I got to accept!

You heard that and yellow cd
That gutta!
The world-wide
Or the one my mother (Child so bad)
I'm on the corner down in Cali
With the 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 Rouge

I wish Tupac'a the shit that I was speaking to you
I betcha have Lil' 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!

repeat 2X]
it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
Cause I'm a victim of 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 crew
Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
Do you remember smoking dust with 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 a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit ya mother'a see
Like you locked up, til 2003
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 pants low
My eyes wicked too
My cost 400
from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

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

What you about to eat
What you peeping yo hood out
To see who want ya to
the beginning
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
Then I'm
Sign all my niggaz so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on this path to
I was little
Across the street a ship
And next door a killer

Ricks was the shit
It wasn't no in South
I use to joy his jeep
I walk in my house
And on my chedda
I saw better days
Never thought my selfish
Have me blowing purple

It to say (Hurts to say)
my daddy left 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)
Smoke dro, by the
And sip syrup, by the
Ain' too many can fuck me
That's on my
Shouts out to all my
And my who be hatin', get ya hate on!