Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

Yeah, it's the Profit, it's the
East Coast, West Coast, 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 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 comin' home,
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 posted up, corner king, they named me
Got caught, say a thing, you're not supposed to

La Costa Nostra, gang, my shotty ring
Call it a exhibition, let the body hang
A real work of art, show your heart, I you smart
Yeah, it's the ghetto god, rep the '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 you know that
And we don't never see him in the and he owe rats

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 ***, throw dubs 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 ***, you're hands up
You in the club with you're girls, your man up
you ain't comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, when the bassline drop

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

Now I could play like Kanye and let my hairs show
Put on them Moe Dee glasses but that just aint Joe
Play shot and then I up the flow
what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** with 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 love with a
I *** her and her
I give her that mayo, you come and you her
*** been 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 your 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
'Cause you ain't home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale when the drop

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