Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I up my project window
And I Indo
Hollered at my kin
After I big smoke
I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta
All of my cousins K's
So I was astray
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking death
I once, thought bout blinking myself
I got bank to accept!

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

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

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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!

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 niggaz 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 know a nigga as me! (Gutta)
Who can ya some shit that ya mother'a see
Like you bein' 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 hang low
My eyes wicked too
My throwback 400
from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you leave this club
I
You don't come around here and try to beef us
for my niggaz and guhls
Keep ya up!
And I'ma my bread up
And ya throw the set up!
I'm it gutta!

What you robbing to eat
you about peeping yo hood out
To see who ya to cease
That's the
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
I'm threw
Sign all my niggaz deals so can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on this to hate
I was little
Across the street a plant
And door a fuckin' killer

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

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my daddy this world
I he could be here to see my pretty 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 fuck me
That's on my
Shouts out to all my
And my haters who be hatin', get ya on!