Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my window
And I smell
at my kin folk
After I big smoke
I hit my Gutta with them gutta ways
All of my cousins K's
So I was lead
And I pray, so I'm thinking bout death
I never once, thought bout blinking
Cause I got to accept!

You heard that and yellow cd
bitch gutta!
The world-wide
Or the one my mother (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the corner in Cali
the Bloods and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Boosie, man we love that shit!
I that 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 Boosie on an album or two
And did my go to Thug Mansion?
(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 of this game! (Victim of this game mane!)
keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was taught to get it hard a man! For sheezy!

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

And you don't a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit that ya see
Like you bein' locked up, til
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 pants low
My eyes wicked too
My cost 400
It's 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 and guhls
Keep ya up!
And I'ma my bread up
And ya throw 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 niggaz so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on this to hate
Since I was
Across the street a ship
And next door a fuckin'

Ricks was the shit
It wasn't no ridin' in
I use to joy his purple
When I in my house
And on my chedda
I done saw better
Never thought my ways
me blowing purple haze

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my daddy left this
I he could be here 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 can fuck with me
on my generation
Shouts out to all my
And my haters who be hatin', get ya on!