Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my window
And I Indo
Hollered at my kin
After I big smoke
I hit my nigga with them gutta ways
All of my bussin' K's
So I was astray
And I don't pray, so I'm bout death
I never once, thought bout 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 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 the shit that I was speaking to you
I Tupac'a have Lil' Boosie on an album or two
And did my go to Thug Mansion?
(Shiiit)If he did
I he saved a spot for his kid
And we G' it!

[Chorus: 2X]
it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of this mane!)
Let's 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?!
we was slangin' nine
And had these scared of us!
My full of floods (floods)
But my full of thugs
Who in pen
Rep Baton til the day that they touch

And you know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some that ya mother'a see
Like you bein' locked up, til
When you 'posed to be out
Flickin' and like 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 looking wicked too
My throwback 400
from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you leave this club
I
You don't around here and try to beef with us
for my niggaz and guhls
Keep ya up!
And I'ma 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 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
I was little
Across the street a plant
And next door a killer

Calvin Ricks was the
It no ridin' in South
I use to joy his jeep
When I in my house
And on my chase
I saw better days
Never thought my selfish
Have me blowing haze

It to say (Hurts to say)
my daddy 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
Shouts out to all my
And my who be hatin', get ya hate on!