Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I raised up my project
And I Indo
at my kin folk
After 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 bout death
I never once, thought bout myself
I got bank to accept!

You heard that green and cd
That gutta!
The struggle
Or the one my mother (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the down in Cali
With the and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we 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 that I was speaking 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!

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it gutta, nigga! (Gutta, gutta, gutta! Yeah)
Cause I'm a victim of this game! (Victim of game mane!)
keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was taught to get it like a man! For sheezy!

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

And you don't know a gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit that ya see
Like you locked 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 know why
I'm gutta!
My pants low
My eyes looking too
My cost 400
from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you wanna leave this
I
You don't around here and try to beef with us
This for my niggaz and
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 want ya to
the beginning
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
I'm threw
Sign all my niggaz deals so they can live, Lil Boo
I was led on this to hate
I was little
Across the a ship plant
And door a fuckin' killer

Calvin was the shit
It no ridin' in South
I use to joy his jeep
I walk in my house
And on my chedda
I saw better days
Never thought my selfish
Have me purple haze

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my daddy left world
I wish he 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
That's on my
Shouts out to all my
And my haters who be hatin', get ya on!