Luyện nghe bài hát Cuts to The Gut

[intro: buddha monk, (shorty stain)]
Yea, aight, yo
We just shut all these mothafuckas up
(for all y'all mothafuckas)
Yea, shit

shit stain of brooklyn zu]
It wasn't my fault you came outside without ya on
Tryin to get yo mack on and niggaz oath of possession
rolled deep, get crooked by niggaz I creap
And catch ya ya least expect, the hard head
For livin trife, it cuts like a knife
Who choose to play dice, who choose to play
It's that, one is a money maker
My album took that taker, I see ya nigga money and he
I caught nigga and I had to quick react
And quick, nigga tried to front, he gonna laugh at
This type of style is hardcore, nigga to front
When he what? what? on him, what?
But i'ma hit him my utmost shit
If ya can't bring death, then ya can't

buddha monk]
Deadly is the from the brooklyn zu
When we comin ya town, what ya niggaz gonna do?

masta killa]
Never carried steal, before ya got that
But now ya wouldn't got it, so now ya puffin chronic
Two heads of drakness comin forth, is many
Blind once or twice, then heads become pennys
My swing is deadly than a shot from yo gun
You see I swung once, but I swung fourth
Just be by yo vision, now yo on the floor
Shit like that, ya can't face plasta
Sent back 'cause I am the dutch masta
Kill or pylon wack-ass in the mud
deep in heart, this is gold wit yo gut
It's understood, oh he be someone you see
And that is me, too deep for you to believe
>from the day of yo birth till ya ride in the
There's nothin that happens that could've been
Let me free, atom bomb will be the final
all men are cremated equal

[buddha
Never war, come back on tracks
Niggaz wanna test the bees, ya be wack
more, actual fact
Comin thru with the killa attack
My has the power to devour in any hour
Slang cuts ya brains, now ya veins hang
Matter of sense, so I the killa hits
Dirty will assist with mix, breaks mad shit
is no crew that can test the 1-12 crew
Don't let me go suu!, killa bees comin
Break the war with the great and it with the slicin
I come with mad sins, I'm the man again
Come into my realm and I kill the lizard palm
Can't with the tails, now ya mind dwells
Into a dimension, no facts, only
sent to this train has three sixes on their skin

[dutch masta
Bloaw! hare was good, was dippy
The wild-ass hippy who always the heater
Lived the good life, was praised around, the hood
He ran his man from the second floor
Livin happy, puffin on the wall
Greedy had a younger brotha, they lived with motha
Motha had no fatha, both held each otha
And prayed for the otha, greedy saw the
Never knew the feat, at nite he would
Was still packin heat, the to catch a digga
Greedy the hiccups, one, two more, three
But nosey got away, the man
Yea, he strayed away, the clean eddie faked it
No icepick or fist, or tech-nine
He contemplated this, in the shootout
His man wanted his boot out, he was caught in a
He has his mask, laid out past dawn, now momma's missed

dutch masta killa, (odb)]
Comin at 'cha every type of angle
Ya know killa bees represent the
Queens, manhatten, all this world
The east coast, straight and
Straight out of
And all over
warriors
(I love to the bees!)