Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

Brooklyn, is the set-off
Kay Sleezy, it to the streets nigga
Word up, 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 I'm strapped, fool, fuck your brother
'Cause like Jimmy in Virginia
You in the scope a muthafucka

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

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

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

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

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

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

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'
I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes

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

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

Here is the deal, you clear in this
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, handle your
Keep all heroin, rocks and you marijuana
I'm like a character on the or the Wire
You'se a big pussy, man, it's over, retire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And pride made me kill Wayne Growe when the heat
I don't smut but stimulation is
I keep the with me, Joey's renovatin' the hood
Difference between us, I'm loot on tours

Good shoes on the Beem, you got a on yours
Dudes no names wanna put an end to me
But doggs, I'm readin' the lines
The whole in parenthesis

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

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

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

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

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

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