Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe (remix)

Breathe!

One and the two
Two and the three
Three and the four
Then you breathe!
One and the two
Two and then the
and then the four
Then you breathe!
you gotta (gasp)
Then you (gasp)

Yo these niggas can't breathe I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be man
not even funny they can't breathe!
The choke too tight
The left too right
You what? You right
These bitches breathe!
Look look, hearts racin'
They start
But I'm so fast when I past
That they breathe!
In the of the man
Your future looks better than ya if you present with the man
You breathe!

You niggas share my air
Or a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm better year by year
Like say Juan do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines
And I pace
I know these money hungry bitches to taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a
they health
Or either em' on a quiet
And myself
And just a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they
'Cause hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the
And I ain't laying a verse
I'm the facts
I came back some sicker stones
That got broke niggas looking at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every I bone
leave the dick alone
So I
It's one of them every time I my phone

One and the two
Two and the three
Three and the four
Then you breathe!
One and the two
Two and then the
and then the four
Then you breathe!
One and the two
Two and the three
and then the four
Then you breathe!
Then you (gasp)
Then you (gasp)

Yo niggas can't breathe when I come through, hum too
shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they breathe!
The choke holds too
The looks too right
You know what? You
These can't breathe!
Look look, hearts racin'
start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow
That they breathe!
In the of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present the man
You breathe!

I see em on the block I passes
Looking like need oxygen mask-es
I it hard to breathe!
But I the glocks in the stashes
'cause the cops want to lock and us
And it hard to breathe!
has to react
Like a asthma attack
When they see the in back
You dudes are wheezin' me
My flow is like a coupe, at ninety
That's the they signed me
quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like punches to the gut
How I address the haters and estimaters
And ride up on like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to
On they last breath talking to
I'm a of fresh air
And a fresh
Face it boo and do it your face get blue

One and the two
Two and the three
Three and then the
you gotta breathe!
One and the two
Two and the three
and then the four
Then you breathe!
One and the two
Two and the three
Three and the four
you gotta breathe!
Then you (gasp)
Then you (gasp)

Yo these can't (breathe)
When the crew in it
Pop a few in it
As quick as a tick in a New York
a breath, fore you catch a left
Even worse, a Tef
Only way you a F
To the A-be, its in the
with my baby
Gripping on a toy that you find in "KB"
I rhyme on ya
I'm a have to put the on ya
What you know bout dimes lick on ya?
While you the weed
And it won't stop till they ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to
Like a doctor with a
I don't see no hope
these motherfuckers breathe!

Yeah, Brooklyn
gotta
The gotta
Queens
Staten gotta
You gotta
You bitches
breathe!

One and the two
Two and then the
and then the four
you gotta, breathe!
you gotta,
you gotta,
Breathe!