Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

Brooklyn, is the set-off
Kay Sleezy, take it to the nigga
up, Sauce Money, uh, uh
Proper

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

Fine, niggas don't let him shine
Niggas hate that fact don't give a fuckin' nine
as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine
Guess the odd man out, I guess we got somethin' in common
I'm just a little more when 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 starvin' for lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all lyrics I flow

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

Get a grip, four, fifth in the hip
Slip, never me fallin', nigga don't trip

Stoned is the way of my
In a mini-mack eleven, the when I talk
When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the
Color blood red, body outlined in

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

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

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

They say murder is the case, wanna throw me
I guess these muthafuckas don't me
O.G. rock called a yay

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

is the deal, you clear in this field
And ain't stoppin' until every hater is revealed
'Cause we don't need no fuckin' to peel
Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is

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

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

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

Bitch, I a sawed-off from under the waist
Open eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face
rest, we gon' lay these muthafuckas to waste
You bit the pully nigga tell me, how the fuck did it

From my gun, big guns, big
M. Woods, sixth 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 in his hand
Homie's stolen semi-autos and
All day every day, crossin' my in day
In a six-trey my nigga Kay Slay

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

I stay on the trigger, 'cause lames me nigga
They 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 like a Bible and pray slowly
'Cause this'll leave teflon holey
With the forty glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the
It's the Ghetto Heisman and the King

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

And pride made me kill Wayne Growe when the came
I smut but stimulation is good
I keep the hammer me, Joey's renovatin' the hood
Difference between us, I'm 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

about models and how you with somethin'
When you shootin' air balls
You ain't nothin'
Nathan, through the strip, O.G.'s

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

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

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

I see dudes every day when I'm racin' by 'em
Or on the curb poppin' bottles while they hatin' and
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, locker
prepared, I hope y'all fully aware
That y'all got a problem this year