Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe And Stop

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

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

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

Aiyyo, murder on the streets
capital, Im blastin' you
For the love of this dough, what I have to do
I'm posted up, corner king, they named me
Got caught, didn't say a thing, you're not to

La Costa Nostra, Gotti gang, my ring
Call it a exhibition, let the body hang
A real of art, show your heart, I blow 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'
you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions
Fit the ***, then you know that
And we never see him in the hood and he owe rats

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

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

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

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

Now I could play like and let my chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee but that just aint Joe
Play and then I switch 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 up, you in love with a stripper
I *** her and her
I her that mayo, you come and you kiss 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 ***, throw you're up
You in the club with you're girls, your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home,
Breathe and stop, exhale the bassline drop

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