Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

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

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

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

Put a hole so big in your noggin' if you God body
You can fit the sun, moon and star in
You starvin' for more lyrics I
Steady all them lyrics I flow

I'm Sadamin' all you fo' sho'
You betta I'm a true nigga, please do, nigga
Betta inquire 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, never picture me fallin', nigga don't

is the way of my walk
In a eleven, the tone when I talk
When I spray, pray, lay on the sidewalk
Color blood red, body 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 they damn
Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves, and cryin'
Shittin' in a bag and a breath away from
Nigga I'm the epitomy of raw

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

They say murder is the case, they throw me
I guess these muthafuckas know me
O.G. rock called a yay

VA's
Underground muthafuckin' king, call me, your
I tear your sinus with this gun
your tears with the steal, no fear, this is real, niggas

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

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

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

Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home
You gon' bleed on my gun your dome abrasions
'Cause my is blazin', I'm naughty crunk
Got the bop gun like Sir Nose

Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the
Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to
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
and Wesson's, glocks and lugers
AK's, AR Mack elevens and M-16's

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

Who's the man with the strap in his
Homie's semi-autos and contrabands
All day day, crossin' my hood in day
In a six-trey with my Kay Slay

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

I stay on the trigger, 'cause lames me nigga
They can't pay me nigga, my lay dates nigga
Where AK so thirty shot
Nine millimeter, aimed, ready to send ya

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

It's about 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 kill Wayne Growe the heat came
I don't smut but stimulation is
I keep the hammer with me, Joey's the hood
Difference between us, I'm gettin' loot on

Good shoes on the Beem, you got a boot on
Dudes no names wanna put an end to me
But doggs, I'm between the lines
The game's in parenthesis

Talk models and how you with somethin'
When you really shootin' air
You hittin' nothin'
Nathan, through the strip, O.G.'s

Street niggas hatin' on Joey, so amazin'
And niggas knowin' what up
Either holdin' you or holdin' you up, throwin' it up
Oh

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

This the royal, I playin'
I'm this over so y'all either layin' or dyin'
And I won't to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a lion

I see them dudes every day when I'm by 'em
Or on the curb bottles while they hatin' and eyein'
Uh, whether the slider or the
I keep my block rocker, glock the blue dosser

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