Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

Brooklyn, this is the
Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets
up, Sauce Money, uh, uh
Proper

Don't get it fucked up Sauce calm with his grandma
'Cause I'm like soda, bitch, I'm armed with a hammer
And when I'm strapped, fool, fuck your
'Cause Jimmy Ivene in Virginia
You in the scope like a

Fine, don't wanna let him shine
Niggas hate that Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine
as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine
Guess who's the odd man out, I guess we got somethin' in
I'm just a little more calm I'm about to split your arm in

Put a hole so big in noggin' that if you God body
You can fit the whole sun, moon and in
You for more lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all them lyrics I

I'm Sadamin' all you fo' sho'
You betta know I'm a true nigga, please do,
Betta from a few niggas
'Cause bitch, I done on quite a few and quieted a few niggas

Get a grip, four, fifth in the hip
Slip, picture me fallin', nigga don't trip

is the way of my walk
In a eleven, the tone when I talk
When I spray, pray, lay on the sidewalk
blood red, body outlined in chalk

My rhymes, two all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split double time
This a strict nine
Tear apart body when I spark nine

At they head hard, lodged in damn spine
Leaves like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin'
Shittin' in a bag and a breath away from
Nigga I'm the of raw rhymes

The epitomy of rap
I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot
From New York down to Georgia, it don't
Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock, blat

They say murder is the case, they throw me
I these muthafuckas don't know me
O.G. rock a yay slanger

finest
Underground muthafuckin' king, call me, highness
I tear sinus with this gun powder
Wipe your tears the steal, no fear, this is real, niggas

Here is the deal, you clear in field
And ain't stoppin' every hater here is revealed
'Cause we don't need no clearance to peel
Or shortstoppers and the fear is revealed

So get off this block, homie, handle corner
Keep all heroin, rocks and you marijuana
I'm like a on the Sopranos or the Wire
a big pussy, lil' man, it's over, retire

'Cause the clock's tickin', days is done
But we know all lil' different fuckin' ways, you slum
But it's trill downtown, your momma's all
Your house is sugar, layin' with your and your seed

Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a invasion
You gon' bleed on my gun from dome abrasions
my chrome is blazin', I'm naughty crunk
Got the bop gun Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk

Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the
Open your eyes muthafucka, you got to face
Fuck rest, we lay these muthafuckas to waste
You bit the pully nigga tell me, how the did it taste

From my gun, big guns, big
M. Woods, hourm Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
Smith and Wesson's, glocks and
AK's, AR 15's elevens and M-16's

caliber, so why try it?
You by it, so you die by it
A gun

the man with the strap in his hand
Homie's stolen and contrabands
All day day, crossin' my hood in day
In a with my nigga Kay Slay

Dub the law scan, the scanner
Hangin' out the window, hittin' em up with the
And I can't stand a so I clean the lid
Just in case them bitch niggas wanna with this

I stay on the trigger, 'cause lames hate me
can't pay me nigga, where my lay dates nigga
Where AK one-on-one so thirty
Nine millimeter, Melinda's aimed, ready to ya

So put your can on your vest a Bible and pray slowly
this'll leave your teflon holey
With the forty ready to ring, bring the trauma to the scene
It's the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama

It's that time nine-milli clappin'
Dude, what's crackin'?
I been gettin' it since 'Paid In Full' was really
I gotta do it like to keep my street name

And pride made me Wayne Growe when the heat came
I smut but stimulation is good
I keep the hammer me, Joey's renovatin' the hood
Difference us, I'm gettin' loot on tours

Good shoes on the Beem, you got a on yours
with no names wanna put an end to me
But doggs, I'm readin' between the
The whole game's in

Talk about and how you with somethin'
When you really air balls
You hittin' nothin'
Nathan, the strip, O.G.'s blazin'

Street niggas slowly hatin' on Joey, so
And hood niggas knowin' up
Either you down or holdin' you up, throwin' it up
Oh

Aiiyo, fuck the dumb shit the guns spit
One clip'll have your whole strip down
Thirty-two shots to your block, I had shit caged down
And you blink, I let off eight rounds

This the royal, I playin'
I'm this over so y'all either layin' or dyin'
And I hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin'

I see them dudes every day I'm racin' by 'em
Or on the curb poppin' bottles while they and eyein'
Uh, the slider or the highrider
I keep my block rocker, glock under the blue

Far as Philly, it's no question to who's
I'm hotter, Hak Ditty, block
Fully prepared, I hope y'all aware
That niggas got a problem this year