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 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 cut throat
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

I'm coming for your neck, dawg
blade hecklered and cocked
In California, niggas, on the block
I'm Compton, motherfucker, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty but we got plenty of these

All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut
Original bad boys, nigga, Puff know
We ain't mad about Pac, we who did it
We mad that him and Big got crossed in [Incomprehensible]

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

Now, fuck you,
I rescue all my niggas first, then let em' 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 niggas cut
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 whip game real good, got the best doe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe

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

Hey, nigga, you want no static
Holes your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
Just Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids
Fuck em in the ass and em over the bridge

When I'm on the East I'm ballin' with Jimmy cat
Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my 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, and Dickie suits or moguls
my nigga JT Lo in the booths, it's over

My cut throat, my niggas cut throat
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 cut throat, my niggas cut throat
I got some killers on the 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 Joc, another 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 stove or two wonders the pots

I as a pumper on the block
Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump
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 plus the
The fly willie niggas when they start up

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

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