Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my window
And I Indo
at my kin folk
After that I big
I hit my Gutta with them gutta ways
All of my bussin' K's
So I was astray
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking death
I never once, bout blinking myself
Cause I got to accept!

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

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 daddy go to Thug
(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 victim of this game! (Victim of game mane!)
Let's it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was to get it hard like 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 these scared of us!
My hood of floods (floods)
But my hood full of
Who in pen
Rep Baton til the day that they touch

And you don't know a nigga as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya shit that ya mother'a see
Like you locked up, til 2003
When you to be out chea
Flickin' and ballin me
And all I see, is on me
So Pac
I hope it's not another fucking

I no rookie!
Fourteen, cookies!
Had all the looking!
And ya why nigga
I'm gutta!
My pants low
My looking wicked too
My cost 400
from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

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

What you about to eat
you about peeping yo hood out
To see who ya to cease
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 this path to
Since I was
Across the street a plant
And next door a fuckin'

Calvin was the shit
It wasn't no in South
I use to joy his purple
When I walk in my
And on my chase
I saw better days
Never thought my selfish
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 think (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 haters who be hatin', get ya on!