Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

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

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

Aiyyo, there's on the streets
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, say a thing, you're not supposed to

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

don't give 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 ***, your dubs 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 ***, throw you're up
You in the with you're girls, call your man up
'Cause you comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale when the drop

Lord of war, you a hammer, Ill sell you guns
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 just aint Joe
Play shot and then I switch up the
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** Joe

Now mama loves me, her hate me
Jealous 'cause boyfriends aint me
We that baby love, yeah, we pain free
Ain't nobody pocket certain here, we 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 the money get bricks, muh'f***

All my ***, throw dubs up
If you from the Westside, put your guns up
Let a shot go, *** 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 comin' home, mami
and stop, exhale when the bassline drop

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