Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

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

You heard green and yellow cd
That gutta!
The world-wide
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm on the corner 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 hear the shit that I was speaking to you
I Tupac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two
And did my daddy go to Mansion?
(Shiiit)If he did
I he saved a spot for his kid
And we G' it!

[Chorus: 2X]
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!

two, is for my hearse crew
Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
Do you remember smoking dust Silky Slim, headbussa?!
we was slangin' nine
And had niggaz scared of us!
My hood full of (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 ya some shit that ya mother'a see
you bein' locked up, til 2003
When you 'posed to be out
and ballin 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 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 this
I
You don't come around and try to beef with us
This for my and guhls
Keep ya up!
And keep my bread up
And make ya the set up!
I'm it gutta!

What you about to eat
What you peeping yo hood out
To see who want ya to
That's the
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
Then I'm
Sign all my niggaz deals so 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 was the shit
It wasn't no ridin' in
I use to joy his jeep
When I in my house
And on my chedda
I saw better days
thought my selfish ways
Have me purple haze

It to say (Hurts to say)
my daddy 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 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 haters who be hatin', get ya on!