Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Throat

Hustlenomics, eh Joc, what up
A nigga quick produced this shit? Hell
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 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 coming straight for your neck,
blade hecklered and cocked
In California, niggas, back on the
I'm Compton, motherfucker, the city of Gs
We got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these

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, little 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 niggas first, let em' fuck you, bitch
On the East Coast, niggas say I'm dumb hot
And I'm in the South you can just ask Yung Joc

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 killers on the East and the Coast
They whip game real good, they got the doe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

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

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

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

When I'm in Cali, nigga, we incense
my nigga Cavi to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see, locs and suits 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 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 me in the hood, the engine runnin on my drop
And we was just runnin from the
Cookin coco coco with the or two wonders with the pots

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

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

In fly rides niggas like the high side
they 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 didn't meet the

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