Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

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

You heard that and yellow cd
bitch gutta!
The struggle
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm on the corner down in Cali
the Bloods and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we that shit!
I that 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 Tupac'a 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!

[Chorus: 2X]
it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of game mane!)
Let's it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was taught to get it like a man! For sheezy!

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

And you don't a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit 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 fucking robbery

I no rookie!
Fourteen, cookies!
Had all the looking!
And ya why nigga
I'm gutta!
My hang low
My looking wicked too
My cost 400
It's 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

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

What you robbing to eat
What you about peeping yo out
To see who want ya to
That's the
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
Then I'm
all my niggaz deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on this path to
Since I was
the street a ship plant
And next door a killer

Calvin was the shit
It no ridin' in South
I use to joy his purple
When I walk in my
And on my chase
I done saw better
Never thought my selfish
me blowing purple haze

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