Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

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

All my ***, throw dubs 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 hands up
You in the with you're girls, call your man up
'Cause you ain't home, mami
Breathe and stop, when the bassline drop

Aiyyo, there's murder on the
capital, Im blastin' you
For the love of this dough, thats what I to do
I'm posted up, corner king, they me Coka
Got caught, say a thing, you're not supposed to

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

Was sent to prison, you know me, homie, the itchin'
Leave you holy if you rollin' with bad intentions
Fit the ***, then again you that
And we don't never see him in the and he owe rats

Joey give a ***, told my *** hold that
Usually in the kitchen, where the stove at?
Got that ***, got that ***, get *** sacks
My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Cossacks

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

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

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

Now I could play like Kanye and let my hairs show
Put on them Moe Dee glasses but that just aint Joe
Play shot and then I switch up the
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you *** with Joe

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

Now listen up, you in love a stripper
I *** her and her
I give her that mayo, you and you kiss her
*** been a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks,

All my ***, throw your up
If you from the Westside, put your guns up
Let a go, *** squeeze and pop
Let them feel it when the drop

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

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