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
set-off

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 Ivene in Virginia
You in the scope a muthafucka

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

Put a so big in your noggin' that if you God body
You can fit the sun, moon and star in
You starvin' for more 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 from a few niggas
'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', don't trip

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

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

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

The epitomy of rap
I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot
From New York down to Georgia, it stop
Killer Kill from with a hot glock, blat

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

VA's
Underground muthafuckin' king, me, your highness
I tear your sinus with 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' until every hater is revealed
we don't need no fuckin' clearance to peel
Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is

So get off this block, homie, your corner
Keep all your heroin, rocks and you
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' fuckin' ways, you slum
But it's trill downtown, your all free
Your house is sugar, layin' with your wife and your

Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a invasion
You bleed on my gun from your dome abrasions
my chrome is blazin', I'm naughty 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 nigga tell me, how the fuck did it

From my gun, big guns, big
M. Woods, sixth Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
Smith and Wesson's, glocks and
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 in his hand
Homie's stolen and contrabands
All day every day, my hood in day
In a six-trey with my nigga Kay

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 them bitch wanna sing with this

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

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

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

And pride made me kill Growe when the heat came
I smut but stimulation is good
I the hammer 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 names put an end to me
But doggs, I'm readin' the lines
The whole game's in

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

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

Aiiyo, fuck the dumb shit the guns spit
One clip'll have your strip laid down
shots to your block, I had that shit caged down
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 the iron
You cocksuckers is with a ragin' lion

I see them dudes every day I'm racin' by 'em
Or on the curb poppin' bottles 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 to who's liver
I'm hotter, Hak Ditty, block
Fully prepared, I hope y'all fully
That y'all niggas got a problem this