Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Throat

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

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

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

All my niggas cut throat, gang and cut throat
Original bad boys, nigga, 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 leave everybody to burn Mya

Now, fuck you,
I rescue all my niggas first, let em' fuck you, bitch
On the East Coast, them say I'm dumb hot
And I'm in the South 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 some on the East and the West Coast
whip game real good, they got the best doe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

Eh, I know some edge hangers till they reach the course
Yeah, they head banging for less a brick or so
Well acquainted with fiends and even dope
My niggas work the beams 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 throw em the bridge

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

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

My niggas cut throat, my cut throat
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 East and the Coast
They whip 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 runnin on my drop
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 that jump shot
Either or, there was no in
It was be poor or move coke to the fiends

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

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

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