Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

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

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

Fine, niggas don't let him shine
Niggas hate that 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 we got somethin' in common
I'm just a more calm when I'm about to split your arm in

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

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

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

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

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

At they head hard, lodged in they spine
Leaves emcee's 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 party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock
From New York down to Georgia, it stop
Killer Kill Addamsville with a hot glock, blat

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

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

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

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

'Cause the clock's tickin', your 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, with your wife and your seed

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

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 tell me, how the fuck did it taste

my gun, big guns, big power
M. Woods, hourm Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
and Wesson's, glocks and lugers
AK's, AR 15's Mack elevens and

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 semi-autos and contrabands
All day day, crossin' my hood in day
In a six-trey my nigga Kay Slay

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

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

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

about that time nine-milli clappin'
Dude, what's really
I been gettin' it 'Paid In Full' was really happenin'
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 with me, Joey's renovatin' the hood
Difference between us, I'm loot on tours

shoes on the Beem, you got a boot on yours
Dudes with no 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 niggas slowly hatin' on Joey, so
And hood niggas knowin' up
Either holdin' you or holdin' you up, throwin' it up
Oh

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

the royal, I ain't playin'
I'm takin' this over so y'all layin' or dyin'
And I won't hesitate to 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' while they hatin' 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
Fully prepared, I hope fully aware
That y'all got a problem this year