Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I up my project 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 death
I never once, thought blinking myself
I got bank to accept!

You heard green and yellow cd
bitch gutta!
The struggle
Or the one about my (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 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 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 Mansion?
(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 of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)
Let's it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
I was taught to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!

Verse two, is for my 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 full of
Who in pen
Rep Baton Rouge til the day they touch

And you don't know a gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some 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 know why
I'm gutta!
My hang low
My eyes looking too
My throwback 400
It's 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you wanna leave club
I
You come around 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 robbing to eat
What you about yo hood out
To see who ya to cease
the beginning
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
Then I'm
Sign all my niggaz so they 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 purple
When I walk in my
And on my chedda
I done saw better
Never thought my ways
Have me blowing purple

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
Ain' too many can with me
That's on my
out to all my niggaz
And my who be hatin', get ya hate on!