Luyện nghe bài hát Keep it Gutta

Keep it

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

You heard that green and cd
That gutta!
The world-wide
Or the one my mother (Child so bad)
I'm bangin' on the corner in Cali
the Bloods and Crips
See Lil' Boosie, yeah Lil' Boosie, man we love shit!
I figured that I'd die in jail if I in the hood
So I'm tryin' to a mil
And get the fuck out Baton

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 go to Thug Mansion?
(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 victim of game! (Victim of this game mane!)
keep it gutta, nigga! (All the way gutta!)
Cause I was taught to get it hard a man! For sheezy!

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

And you don't a nigga gutta as me! (Gutta)
Who can tell ya some that ya mother'a see
Like you bein' up, til 2003
When you 'posed to be out
Flickin' and like me
And all I see, is on me
So Pac
I hope it's not another fucking

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

If you wanna leave club
I
You don't come around and try to beef with us
for my niggaz and guhls
Keep ya up!
And I'ma 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)
I'm threw
Sign all my deals so they can live, like Lil Boo
I was led on path to hate
I was little
Across the street a ship
And door a fuckin' killer

Calvin was the shit
It wasn't no ridin' in
I use to joy his purple
When I walk in my
And on my chase
I done saw days
Never thought my ways
Have me blowing purple

It to say (Hurts to say)
That my daddy left world
I wish he could be here to see my 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
Ain' too many can fuck me
That's on my
out to all my niggaz
And my who be hatin', get ya hate on!