Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Throat

Hustlenomics, eh Joc, up nigga?
A quick produced this shit? Hell yeah
Shit crazy,

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

I'm coming for your neck, dawg
blade hecklered and cocked
In California, niggas, back on the
I'm Compton, motherfucker, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty but we got plenty of these

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

I was 16 then, nigga inspired
Now me and Joc ridin, homie, put on the wire
If hip hop was a I'd set it on fire
And everybody to burn except Mya

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

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

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

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

Hey, nigga, you don't no static
Holes throw chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them niggas, 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 fifty
I fuck with real Gs like the

When I'm in Cali, nigga, we incense
my nigga Cavi to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see, and Dickie suits or moguls
Chirp my nigga JT Lo in the booths, over

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

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

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

20 it cost, I was hopin 19
[Incomprehensible] I the team
Amongst the murders and the burglars
The fly willie niggas when start swerving up

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

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