Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

Yeah, it's the Profit, the Profit
East Coast, West Coast, come selector, see it
Latino Market, you know we got *** in Memphis
You writin' them checks, go holla at my boy

All my ***, throw your up
If you ain't the Westside, put your guns up
Let a go, *** squeeze and pop
Let them feel it the bassline drop

And all my ***, throw you're up
You in the club you're girls, call your man up
you ain't comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale when the drop

Aiyyo, murder on the streets
Killa capital, Im you
For the love of this dough, what I have to do
I'm posted up, corner king, they named me
Got caught, didn't say a thing, not supposed to

La Costa Nostra, Gotti gang, my ring
Call it a exhibition, let the body hang
A real work of art, show your heart, I blow you
Yeah, it's the ghetto god, rep the Bronx I'm gone

Was to prison, you know me, homie, the chromey's itchin'
Leave you if you rollin' with some bad intentions
Fit the ***, then again you know
And we never see him in the hood and he owe rats

Joey don't give a ***, told my *** that
Usually found in the kitchen, where the at?
Got that ***, got that ***, get *** sacks
My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Sandy

All my ***, your dubs up
If you ain't from the Westside, put guns up
Let a go, *** squeeze and pop
Let them feel it when the drop

And all my ***, you're hands up
You in the club you're girls, call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home,
Breathe and stop, when the bassline drop

of war, you need a hammer, Ill sell you guns
Sell *** to Pablo, grammar to Pun
Stop ***, I am the one
Pepper spray gangsters, you how the iron is slung

Now I could play Kanye and let my chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses but that just Joe
Play shot and then I switch up the
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** Joe

Now mama loves me, her hate me
'cause they boyfriends aint me
We gettin' baby love, yeah, we pain free
Ain't nobody pocket here, we paid G's

Now listen up, you in with a stripper
I *** her and her
I give her that mayo, you come and you her
*** Crack been a G since
Sit back and the money get bricks, muh'f***

All my ***, throw your up
If you ain't from the Westside, put guns up
Let a go, *** squeeze and pop
Let them it when the bassline drop

And all my ***, you're hands up
You in the with you're girls, call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home,
Breathe and stop, when the bassline drop

Coka, Game, the gangsta
TA, up? I see you ***
New York, Killa capital, Cali,