Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Throat

Hustlenomics, eh Joc, what up
A quick produced this shit? Hell yeah
crazy, homie

My niggas cut throat, my cut throat
I got some killers on the and the West Coast
braids on your head, get up hoe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

My niggas cut throat, my cut throat
I got some killers on the and the West Coast
They whip game real good, got the best doe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

I'm straight for your neck, dawg
blade hecklered and cocked
In California, niggas, on the block
I'm from Compton, motherfucker, the of Gs
We got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these

All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut
bad boys, nigga, even Puff know
We ain't mad about Pac, we who did it
We just mad him and Big got crossed in [Incomprehensible]

I was 16 then, little inspired
Now me and Joc ridin, homie, put that on the
If hip hop was a building I'd set it on
And leave everybody to burn Mya

Now, fuck you,
I all my niggas first, then let em' fuck you, bitch
On the East Coast, them say I'm dumb hot
And when I'm in the South you can just ask Joc

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut
I got some killers on the and the West Coast
braids on your head, get up hoe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

My niggas cut throat, my cut throat
I got some on the East and the West Coast
They whip real good, they got the best doe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

Eh, I know some edge hangers zonin till they reach the
Yeah, they head banging for less than a or so
acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts
My work the triple beams and they dope at it

Hey, nigga, you want no static
Holes your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids
Fuck em in the ass and throw em the bridge

When I'm on the East I'm ballin' that Jimmy cat
Bad everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
We blowin sour Ds, hundred packs
I fuck with real Gs like the

I'm in Cali, nigga, we blow incense
Call my nigga to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see, locs and Dickie or moguls
Chirp my JT Lo in the booths, it's over

My cut throat, my niggas cut throat
I got killers on the East and the West Coast
braids on your head, get up hoe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

My cut throat, my niggas cut throat
I got some on the East and the West Coast
They whip game real good, got the best doe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

Yeah, now shouts to Yung Joc, another one to
You can me in the hood, the engine runnin on my drop
And we was just runnin the cops
Cookin coco coco the stove or two wonders with the pots

I started as a on the block
Either you slang crack rock or you had that jump shot
or, there was no in between
It was either be poor or move to the fiends

20 it would cost, I was 19
[Incomprehensible] I the team
the murders and plus the burglars
The fly willie niggas they start swerving up

In them fly niggas like the high side
Till they go slippin and you catch em the blind side
Tap the glass and you give it to them 9
He owes some cash but he didn't meet the

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut
I got some killers on the East and the West
Them on your head, get up hoe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut
I got some killers on the and the West Coast
whip game real good, they got the best doe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe