Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

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

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

Fine, niggas wanna let him shine
Niggas hate that fact don't give a fuckin' nine
Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to
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 noggin' that if you God body
You can fit the whole sun, and star in
You starvin' for more lyrics I
robbin' all them lyrics I flow

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

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

Stoned is the way of my
In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I
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
This eightball's a strict
Tear apart body parts when I nine

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

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
Killer Kill from with a hot glock, blat

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

VA's
Underground muthafuckin' king, call me, your
I tear your 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 stoppin' until every here is revealed
'Cause we don't no fuckin' clearance to peel
Or shortstoppers and the fear is revealed

So get off block, homie, handle your corner
Keep all your heroin, and you marijuana
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 days is
But we know all them lil' fuckin' ways, you slum
But it's trill downtown, your momma's all
Your house is sugar, layin' with wife and your seed

Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a invasion
You gon' bleed on my gun your 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 the waist
Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to
Fuck rest, we lay these muthafuckas to waste
You bit the pully nigga me, how the fuck did it taste

From my gun, big guns, big
M. Woods, sixth Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
Smith and Wesson's, glocks and
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 stolen semi-autos and
All day every day, crossin' my in day
In a with my nigga Kay Slay

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

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

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

about that time nine-milli clappin'
Dude, what's really
I been gettin' it since In Full' was really happenin'
I gotta do it like that to my street name

And pride made me kill Wayne when the heat came
I don't smut but stimulation is
I keep the hammer me, Joey's renovatin' 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 readin' between the
The whole in parenthesis

Talk about and how you with somethin'
When you shootin' air balls
You ain't hittin'
Nathan, the strip, O.G.'s blazin'

niggas slowly hatin' on Joey, so amazin'
And hood niggas 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 strip laid down
Thirty-two shots to your block, I had that shit 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 hesitate to the iron
You is chillin' with a ragin' lion

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

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