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

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

All my cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
Original bad boys, nigga, Puff know
We mad about 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 that on the
If hip hop was a building I'd set it on
And everybody to burn except Mya

Now, you, bitch
I all my niggas first, then 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 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 niggas cut throat, my cut throat
I got some 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 they reach the course
Yeah, they banging for less than a brick or so
Well acquainted fiends and even dope addicts
My niggas work the beams and they dope at it

Hey, nigga, you want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, 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' with that cat
Bad everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty
I fuck with real Gs like the

I'm in Cali, nigga, we blow incense
Call my Cavi to smoke 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
braids on your 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

Yeah, now shouts to Joc, another one to block
You can meet me in the hood, the engine on my drop
And we was just runnin the cops
Cookin coco coco with the stove or two wonders with the

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

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

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

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