Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

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

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

I wish hear the shit that I was speaking to you
I betcha Tupac'a have Lil' on an album or two
And did my daddy go to Thug
(Shiiit)If he did
I know he a spot for his kid
And we G' it!

repeat 2X]
it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this 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?!
When we was nine
And had these niggaz of us!
My full of floods (floods)
But my hood full of
Who in pen
Rep Baton Rouge til the day that they

And you know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit ya mother'a see
Like you bein' 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 know why
I'm gutta!
My hang 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 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 ya to cease
the beginning
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
I was little
Across the street a plant
And next door a fuckin'

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

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my daddy left world
I wish he could be here to see my ass lil girl
But he can't, so I
Get mad and I think (Fuck it)
Smoke dro, by the
And sip syrup, by the
too many can fuck with me
That's on my
Shouts out to all my
And my haters who be hatin', get ya on!