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 writin' them checks, go 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 them it when the bassline drop

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

Aiyyo, there's on the streets
capital, Im blastin' you
For the love of this dough, thats I have 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 real of art, show your heart, I blow you smart
Yeah, it's the god, rep the Bronx 'til I'm gone

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

Joey don't a ***, told my *** hold that
found in the kitchen, where 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 ain't from the Westside, put your up
Let a shot go, *** and pop
Let them feel it when the bassline

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 when the bassline

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

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

Now mama loves me, her friends me
Jealous 'cause they boyfriends me
We gettin' that baby love, yeah, we free
Ain't pocket 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 a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks,

All my ***, your dubs 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, your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home,
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline

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