Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my window
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 don't pray, so I'm thinking death
I never once, bout blinking myself
I got bank to accept!

You that green and yellow cd
bitch gutta!
The struggle
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the corner in Cali
With the Bloods and
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Boosie, man we love that shit!
I figured that I'd die in if I stay in the hood
So I'm tryin' to a mil
And get the out Baton Rouge

I wish Tupac'a hear the that 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!

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 to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!

Verse two, is for my hearse
Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
Do you remember dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was nine
And had these niggaz of us!
My hood of floods (floods)
But my hood full of
Who in pen
Rep Baton Rouge til the day that touch

And you don't know a nigga as me! (Gutta)
Who can ya some 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 not another fucking robbery

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

If you wanna leave club
I
You don't around here and try to beef with us
for my niggaz 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 about yo hood out
To see who want ya to
the beginning
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
I'm threw
Sign all my deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on this to hate
I was little
Across the street a ship
And next door a fuckin'

Ricks was the shit
It no ridin' in South
I use to joy his purple
When I walk in my
And on my chase
I done saw better
Never thought my ways
Have me blowing haze

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my 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 think (Fuck it)
dro, by the ounce
And sip syrup, by the
too many can fuck with me
That's on my
Shouts out to all my
And my who be hatin', get ya hate on!