Luyện nghe bài hát Cuts to The Gut

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

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

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

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

[buddha
Never war, come back on four
Niggaz wanna test the bees, ya must be
Never more, fact
Comin with the killa bees attack
My sword has the power to in any hour
Slang ya brains, now ya veins only hang
of sense, so I inflict the killa hits
Dirty will assist with this mix, breaks mad
There's is no crew that can test the crew
let me go suu!, killa bees comin thru
Break the war with the great and it kills the slicin
I with mad sins, I'm the happy man again
Come into my realm and I like the lizard palm
Can't prevail the tails, now ya mind dwells
Into a dimension, no facts, only
Who's sent to this train has three sixes on skin

[dutch killa]
Bloaw! little was good, was dippy
The wild-ass hippy who packed the heater
Lived the good life, was around, the hood life
He ran with his man the second floor
Livin happy, puffin on the staircase
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 creap
Was packin heat, the planned to catch a digga
Greedy the hiccups, one, two more, three
But nosey got away, the man
Yea, he still strayed away, the clean eddie it
No icepick or fist, or tech-nine
He contemplated this, caught in the
His man wanted his boot out, he was in a trance
He has his mask, laid out dawn, now momma's grave missed

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