Luyện nghe bài hát Cuts to The Gut

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

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

[chorus: buddha
Deadly is the from the brooklyn zu
When we comin thru ya town, what ya niggaz do?

masta killa]
Never carried steal, before ya got deal
But now ya have got it, so now ya puffin chronic
Two heads of drakness forth, there is many
Blind once or twice, then those heads become
My swing is more than a shot from yo gun
You see I swung once, but I swung fourth
Just be by yo vision, now yo shit's on the
Shit like that, ya can't with plasta
Sent niggaz 'cause I am the dutch masta
Kill or wack-ass styles in the mud
Minds deep in heart, is gold wit yo gut
It's understood, oh he be you can't see
And that someone is me, too for you to believe
the day of yo birth till ya ride in the hurse
There's nothin that happens that been worse
Let me free, atom will be the final sequel
Which all men are cremated

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

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

dutch masta killa, (odb)]
Comin at 'cha from type of angle
Ya know killa bees represent the
Queens, manhatten, all over this
The east coast, straight and
out of clark's
And all everywhere
Medina
(I to hear the bees!)