Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Throat

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

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

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

All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut
bad boys, nigga, even Puff know
We mad about Pac, we know who did it
We just mad that him and Big got crossed in

I was 16 then, nigga inspired
Now me and Joc ridin, homie, put that on the
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' you, bitch
On the East Coast, them niggas say I'm 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
Them braids on head, get up hoe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

My cut throat, my niggas cut throat
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

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

Hey, nigga, you don't no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them niggas, your kids
Fuck em in the ass and em over the bridge

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

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

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

My niggas cut throat, my cut throat
I got killers 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 meet me in the hood, the engine on my drop
And we was just runnin the cops
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, there was no in
It was either be poor or coke to the fiends

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

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

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