Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

Yeah, the Profit, it's the Profit
East Coast, West Coast, come selector, see it
Latino Market, you we got that *** in Memphis
You writin' them checks, go 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 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
Breathe and stop, exhale when the drop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lord of war, you a hammer, Ill sell you guns
Sell *** to Pablo, sell 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 them Kool Moe Dee but that just aint Joe
Play shot and then I up the flow
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** Joe

Now loves me, her friends hate me
Jealous they boyfriends aint me
We gettin' that baby love, yeah, we pain
nobody pocket certain here, we paid G's

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

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

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