Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Throat

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

My cut throat, my niggas cut throat
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 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 hecklered and cocked
In California, niggas, on the block
I'm Compton, motherfucker, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of

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

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

Now, you, bitch
I rescue all my niggas first, let em' fuck you, bitch
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 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 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

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

Hey, nigga, you don't want no
throw your chest, hard to breathe, like 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 with real Gs like the

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 suits or
Chirp my JT Lo in the booths, it's over

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

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut
I got killers 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, another one to
You can meet me in the hood, the engine on my drop
And we was just from the cops
Cookin coco coco with the or two wonders with the pots

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

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

In them fly niggas like the high side
Till go slippin and you catch em from the blind side
Tap the glass and you it to them 9 times
He owes some cash but he meet the timer

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