Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

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

All my ***, throw dubs up
If you from the Westside, put your guns up
Let a shot go, *** and pop
Let them it when the bassline 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now up, you in love with a stripper
I *** her and her
I give her that mayo, you and you kiss her
*** Crack been a G ever
Sit back and watch the get bricks, muh'f***

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

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

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