Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

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

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

And all my ***, throw hands up
You in the club you're girls, call 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 of this 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 work 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 me, homie, the chromey's itchin'
Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad
Fit the ***, again you know that
And we don't see him in the hood and he owe rats

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

All my ***, your dubs up
If you from the Westside, put your guns up
Let a go, *** squeeze and pop
Let them 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 when the drop

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

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

Now mama loves me, her friends me
'cause they boyfriends aint me
We gettin' that love, yeah, we pain free
nobody pocket certain here, we paid G's

Now listen up, you in with a stripper
I *** her and her
I her that mayo, you come and you kiss her
*** been a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks,

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 when the bassline

And all my ***, you're hands up
You in the club with you're girls, call 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