Luyện nghe bài hát Coast Ii Coast

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

[Verse One:

(From to city, coast II coast)
I make rappers see stars than Space Ghost
Cause my fiver I kick lyrics em sound like (walkie talkies)
So the poet the Moet while they drink the Old Milwaukee
Off the with (droppin visions) so the Leo of the trio
(Without the sexy voice) scoops more hoes than
So I dedicate this rap to all my ghetto
like y'all paid, redeemin Coke bottles
So nod to the oddness as the story told
While I burn these MC's like 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 niggaz can't feel me than y'all niggaz ain't real
I hit so the WBC
Called to ask me the champ come and train with me
Cause my liquidatin transpose on niggaroles
Individuals, close they eyes, cause I they visuals
And I'm about to be as large as Houdini in a
(Now the party didn't start) the Liks walked in it

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

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

Two: J-Ro]

Yeah... out my Ro-gram
I was a kid I got darker
I write rhymes so I need a marker
My style bit like Peter Parker
If imitation is the form of flattery...
...punk don't me
I you like a pogue on my dog with no fleas and ticks
Chicks love them rap niggaz called the Liks
a wizard, with no tricks, the J-R-O got the spells
You never even heard the Bells
My cash flows, a bloody nose
It all your clothes, and your pill-ows
I come from the 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 MC's be gettin nervous
I never take falls, I got more balls than
I without flaws to scrape all you sucka paws
Never find the fool that stole my brew
(I'ma do mean, terrible, nasty to you)
Don't lose me, I make a bwoy say excuse me
If you choose the real shit you can't me
Ask your grandpap I the dandy rap
I be in the bar like Andy Capp
And I, could, just, go, all, the, way
On

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

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

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

city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night like to party the most
To all the and all the third-leggers
We comin old like biscuits and Kreggers

[Verse Three: J-Ro, E-Swift,

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

I out the bushes and ambush your crew
Push you and moosh you a bitch, what you wanna do
It's round two nigga I'm no love
It's like a heavyweight match, but the gloves
You can't rock a show, you're too quick to fatigue
I you ain't busy since Red was in seas
You need to put a little more into your writin
style is Virginia Slim, while mine is Phillie tightened

So stop biting what your mouth chew
A nova eat you but my DJ flow better you
But when I go to set it call the closest
Cause you faker than that motherfuckin that's cosmetic
So on to your seats while I rock these 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...