Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

it Gutta

I raised up my window
And I Indo
Hollered at my kin
After that I big
I hit my nigga Gutta with them gutta
All of my bussin' K's
So I was astray
And I don't pray, so I'm thinking bout
I once, thought bout blinking myself
I got bank to accept!

You heard that green and cd
That gutta!
The world-wide
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm on the corner down in Cali
With the and Crips
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 fuck out Baton

I Tupac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you
I betcha have Lil' Boosie on an album or two
And did my daddy go to Mansion?
(Shiiit)If he did
I he saved 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!)
keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was to get it hard like a man! For sheezy!

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

And you know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya shit that ya mother'a see
Like you bein' up, til 2003
When you 'posed to be out
Flickin' and ballin 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 throwback 400
from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you leave this club
I
You come around here and try to beef with us
for my niggaz 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 peeping yo out
To see who ya to cease
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 path to
I was little
Across the street a ship
And next door a killer

Ricks was the shit
It no ridin' in South
I use to joy his purple
I walk in my house
And on my chase
I saw better days
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 ass lil girl
But he can't, so I
Get mad and I think (Fuck it)
Smoke dro, by the
And sip syrup, by the
Ain' too many can fuck me
That's on my
Shouts out to all my
And my haters who be hatin', get ya on!