Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Throat

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

My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut
I got some killers on the East and the 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 killers on the and the West Coast
They game real good, they 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, back on the
I'm from Compton, motherfucker, the of Gs
We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of

All my niggas cut throat, bang and cut throat
Original bad boys, nigga, even know
We ain't mad about Pac, we who did it
We just mad that him and Big got 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, fuck you,
I rescue all my first, then let em' fuck you, bitch
On the East Coast, them say I'm dumb hot
And when I'm in the you can just ask Yung Joc

My niggas cut throat, my cut throat
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 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

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

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

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

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

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 cut throat, my niggas cut throat
I got some killers on the and the West Coast
They whip game real good, they got the 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 runnin on my
And we was just runnin the cops
Cookin coco coco with the stove or two with the pots

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

20 it would cost, I was 19
I indulged the team
Amongst the murders and the burglars
The fly willie niggas when they start up

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

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