Luyện nghe bài hát Cut Throat

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

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

I'm coming for your neck, dawg
Razor blade and cocked
In California, niggas, on the block
I'm Compton, motherfucker, the city of Gs
We got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these

All my cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
Original bad boys, nigga, even know
We mad about Pac, we know who did it
We just mad him and Big got crossed in [Incomprehensible]

I was 16 then, little 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 except Mya

Now, fuck you,
I rescue all my niggas first, then let em' fuck you,
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 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 West
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, head banging for less than a brick or so
Well with fiends and even dope addicts
My niggas work the beams and they dope at it

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

In fly rides niggas like the high side
Till go slippin 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 cut throat, my niggas cut throat
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 cut throat, my niggas cut throat
I got some killers on the East and the Coast
They whip game good, they got the best doe
Uh, get up hoe, uh, get up hoe