Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

Brooklyn, is the set-off
Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets
Word up, Money, uh, uh
set-off

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

Fine, niggas don't wanna let him
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a nine
Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound to nine
Guess who's the odd man out, I 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, and star in
You starvin' for lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all them I flow

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

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

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

My rhymes, two all nines
Hard hit when they spit, wigs double time
eightball's a strict nine
Tear apart body parts when I spark

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

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

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

finest
Underground muthafuckin' king, me, your highness
I your sinus with this gun powder
your tears with 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 no fuckin' clearance to peel
Or shortstoppers and the fear is revealed

So get off this block, homie, handle your
Keep all your heroin, and you marijuana
I'm a character on the Sopranos or the Wire
You'se a big pussy, lil' man, over, retire

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

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

Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from the waist
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, sixth Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
and Wesson's, glocks and lugers
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

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

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

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

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

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

And pride me kill Wayne Growe when the heat came
I don't smut but 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 boot on
Dudes with no names 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 shootin' air balls
You ain't hittin'
Nathan, through the strip, O.G.'s

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

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

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

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

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