Luyện nghe bài hát Cuts to The Gut

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

[shorty shit stain of zu]
It wasn't my fault you came outside without ya on
to get yo mack on and niggaz took oath of possession
Should've rolled deep, get crooked by niggaz I
And catch ya when ya least expect, the head
For those livin trife, it cuts like a
Who choose to dice, who choose to play dice
It's that, this one is a maker
My album took that taker, I see ya money and he stashin
I caught that and I had to quick react
And quick, nigga tried to front, he gonna laugh at
This type of style is hardcore, tried 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 represent

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

[dutch killa]
carried steal, before ya got that deal
But now ya wouldn't have got it, so now ya puffin
Two heads of drakness forth, there is many
Blind once or twice, then those become pennys
My swing is more deadly than a from yo gun
You see I swung once, but really I fourth
be by yo vision, now yo shit's on the floor
Shit like that, ya can't face with
Sent niggaz back 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 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
nothin that happens that could've been worse
Let me free, atom will be the final sequel
Which all men are equal

[buddha
Never war, come back on four
Niggaz wanna the bees, ya must be wack
Never more, actual
Comin thru the killa bees attack
My has the power to devour in any hour
Slang cuts ya brains, now ya only hang
Matter of sense, so I the killa hits
will assist with this mix, breaks mad shit
There's is no crew can test the 1-12 crew
let me go suu!, killa bees comin 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 realm and I kill like the lizard
Can't with the tails, now ya mind dwells
a dimension, no facts, only fiction
Who's sent to this train has three sixes on their

[dutch masta
Bloaw! little hare was good, was
The wild-ass hippy who always packed the
Lived the good life, was praised around, the hood
He ran with his man from the second
Livin happy, puffin on the staircase
Greedy had a younger brotha, they both lived with
had no fatha, they both held each otha
And prayed for the otha, greedy saw the
Never knew the feat, at he would creap
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 clean faked it
No icepick or fist, or tech-nine
He contemplated this, caught in the
His man wanted his out, he was caught in a trance
He has his mask, laid out past dawn, now momma's missed

[outro: dutch killa, (odb)]
Comin at 'cha from every type of
Ya know bees represent the bronx
Queens, manhatten, all over this
The east coast, and down
Straight out of
And all everywhere
warriors
(I to hear the bees!)