Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

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

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, your man up
you ain't comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale when the drop

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

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

All my ***, throw dubs 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
you ain't comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale 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 hairs show
Put on Kool Moe Dee glasses but that just aint Joe
Play and then I switch up the flow
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** Joe

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

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

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

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

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