Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

Yeah, the Profit, it's 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 your 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 ***, 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 on the streets
Killa capital, Im you
For the love of dough, thats what I have to do
I'm posted up, king, they named me Coka
Got caught, didn't say a thing, not supposed to

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

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

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

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

And all my ***, you're 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

Lord of war, you need a hammer, Ill sell you
*** to Pablo, sell grammar to Pun
Stop ***, I am the one
spray 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 glasses but that just Joe
Play shot and then I switch up the
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you *** with Joe

Now mama me, her friends hate me
Jealous 'cause they aint me
We gettin' that love, yeah, we pain 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 come and you her
*** Crack been a G ever
Sit back and watch the money get bricks,

All my ***, throw dubs up
If you ain't the Westside, put your 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 you're girls, call your man up
'Cause you comin' home, mami
and stop, exhale when the bassline drop

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