Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

I up my project window
And I smell
Hollered at my kin
After I big smoke
I hit my nigga with them gutta ways
All of my cousins K's
So I was astray
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 struggle
Or the one about my (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the corner down in
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 betcha Tupac'a Lil' Boosie on an album or two
And did my daddy go to Thug
(Shiiit)If he did
I know he saved a for his kid
And we G' it!

repeat 2X]
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 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 niggaz scared of us!
My hood of floods (floods)
But my hood full of
Who in pen
Rep Baton Rouge til the day they touch

And you know a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can ya some shit that ya mother'a see
Like you bein' locked up, til
When you 'posed to be out
Flickin' and ballin me
And all I see, is on me
So Pac
I it's 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 this
I
You don't come around here and try to 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 about to eat
What you peeping yo hood out
To see who want ya to
That's the
The ending, is 10 (10 billion)
I'm threw
Sign all my deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on path to hate
Since I was
Across the street a plant
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 done saw better
Never my selfish ways
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
That's on my
out to all my niggaz
And my haters who be hatin', get ya on!