Luyện nghe bài hát Coast Ii Coast

From city to city, II coast
Friday night is the night they to party the most
(We came, to rock, for everybody)
city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the
From city to city, coast II coast (all y'all)
Friday night is the night they like to party the

[Verse Tash]

(From city to city, II coast)
I rappers see more stars than Space Ghost
Cause my fiver I kick lyrics em sound like (walkie talkies)
So the poet cracks the Moet while they the Old Milwaukee
Off the hook (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio
(Without the sexy voice) more hoes than Theo
So I this rap to all my ghetto spokesmodels
like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles
So nod to the oddness as the story gets
I burn these MC's like Rotisierrie Gold
Cause you know the of the L-I-K-Ses
The that wets you with they beer until somebody undresses
I bust my shit and peel! my wheels of steel
If y'all niggaz can't feel me than niggaz ain't real
I hit so the WBC
to ask me could the champ come and train with me
Cause my liquidatin flows on niggaroles
Individuals, they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals
And I'm about to be as as Houdini in a minute
(Now the party didn't start) the Liks walked in it

From to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they to party the most
All night (city to city) all night y'all
When the is (coast II coast) in the house get hype y'all

city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they to party the most
All night y'all (city to city) all night
(from coast II coast) The Liks is in the house to make it y'all

[Verse Two:

Yeah... out my Ro-gram
I was a kid I got darker
I rhymes so phat I need a marker
My style gets bit like Peter
If is the greatest form of flattery...
...punk flatter me
I slam you like a pogue on my dog no fleas and ticks
Chicks them light-skinned rap niggaz called the Liks
Youse a wizard, with no tricks, the got the spells
You never even heard the Bells
My cash flows, like a bloody
It stains all your clothes, and pill-ows
I from the home of the Rodney King beatin
CA, Riff Rack is where I'm eatin
Your style is *do Do DOO* out of service
The Liks walk in the jam the punk MC's be gettin
I take falls, I got more balls than pre-hauls
I flow without flaws to all you sucka paws
Never ever the fool that stole my brew
(I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty to you)
Don't me, I make a rude bwoy say excuse me
If you choose the real shit you can't me
Ask grandpap I bust the dandy rap
I be posted in the bar Andy Capp
And I, could, just, go, all, the, way
On

Yo baby!!!
Yo wasn't your nigga there performin?
Nah nah that him
Yo it was mad niggaz in piece yo
What? What was mad about?
...Yo kid
Kid?!! I'm old to be your uncle, heh
Anyway, the BUD at?
we do not drink!
What the hell you talkin bout we drink
I mean the
Oh you wanna smoke a L or
An L? Fuck is
Man,

Who the is Nate, tell him
It's Iesha, Farrah, and true...

From to city, coast II coast
Friday is the night they like to party the most
And there's so many on the planet left to rock yo
don't be surprised when we on your block

From city to city, II coast
Friday night is the they like to party the most
To all the hoses and all the
We comin old school like and Kreggers

[Verse J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash]

Yo, they didn't know me now the hoes be on my Moby
But I'm just a kickin me shit like Reggie Roby
My ain't Toby call me J-to the
Talk on my cellular telly got a belly Buddah
I Barry Gordy's son but I Rock(s)well
When I eat Jamaican I get the ox tail
Get in the bushes with punk style, you bore us
I should my foot through your windshield like Chuck Norris

I out the bushes and ambush your crew
Push you and moosh you like a bitch, what you do
It's round two I'm showin no love
It's like a match, but without the gloves
You just can't rock a show, you're too to fatigue
I you ain't busy since Red was in seas
You to put a little more thought into your writin
Your style is Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened

So biting what your mouth can't chew
A eat you but my DJ flow better than you
But when I go to set it call the paramedic
you faker than that motherfuckin jewelry that's cosmetic
So hold on to your seats while I rock beats
Cause these are just the repeats of our feats
Cause even Kurtis Blow we break beats like world records
So my style'll hurt you worser than a cut that's
And we O... W... T...