Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

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

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

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

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

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

Was to prison, you know me, homie, the chromey's itchin'
Leave you holy if you rollin' with bad intentions
Fit the ***, then again you know
And we don't see him in the hood and he owe rats

Joey don't give a ***, my *** hold that
found in the kitchen, where the stove at?
Got that ***, got that ***, get them ***
My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Cossacks

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

And all my ***, throw you're up
You in the club with you're girls, call man up
'Cause you comin' home, mami
and stop, exhale when the bassline drop

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

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

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

Now listen up, you in with a stripper
I *** her and her
I give her that mayo, you come and you 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 shot go, *** and pop
Let them feel it the bassline drop

And all my ***, throw hands up
You in the club with you're girls, call man up
'Cause you comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, when the bassline drop

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