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

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

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

La Costa Nostra, Gotti gang, my ring
it a killer's exhibition, let the body hang
A real work of art, show 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 with some bad intentions
Fit the ***, then again you know
And we don't never see him in the and he owe rats

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

All my ***, throw 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 girls, call your man up
you ain't comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale when the drop

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

Now I could play Kanye and let my chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses but that just Joe
shot and then 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 aint me
We gettin' that 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 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 guns up
Let a shot go, *** and pop
Let them feel it the bassline drop

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

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