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 thinking death
I never once, bout blinking myself
Cause I got to accept!

You heard green and yellow cd
bitch gutta!
The struggle
Or the one my mother (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the corner in Cali
the Bloods and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Boosie, man we love 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 Tupac'a hear the shit that I was speaking to you
I betcha Tupac'a have Boosie on an album or two
And did my daddy go to Thug
(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 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 crew
Raw Nitty, Lil D, and Big Ro too
Do you remember dust with Silky Slim, headbussa?!
When we was slangin'
And had these scared of us!
My hood of floods (floods)
But my full of thugs
Who in pen
Rep Rouge til the day that they touch

And you don't a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some shit that ya see
Like you bein' up, til 2003
you 'posed to be out chea
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 eyes looking too
My cost 400
from 1952!
And ya bitch, you! (Bitch you!)

If you wanna leave club
I
You don't around here and try to beef with us
This for my and guhls
ya head up!
And keep my bread up
And make ya the set up!
I'm it gutta!

What you about 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
Sign all my deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on this path to
I was little
Across the street a plant
And next door a killer

Calvin Ricks was the
It wasn't no ridin' in
I use to joy his purple
When I in my house
And on my chase
I saw better days
Never thought my selfish
Have me blowing purple

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