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 'cause calm with his grandma
'Cause I'm like soda, bitch, I'm armed with a hammer
And when I'm strapped, fool, fuck your
like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia
You in the scope a muthafucka

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

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

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

Get a grip, four, fifth 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 zigs all
Hard hit when they spit, split double time
eightball's a strict nine
Tear apart body parts I spark nine

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

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

say murder is the case, they wanna throw me
I guess these don't know me
O.G. called a yay slanger

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stay on the trigger, lames hate 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 can on your vest like a Bible and pray slowly
'Cause leave your teflon holey
With the forty glock ready to ring, the trauma to the scene
It's the Ghetto and the Drama King

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

And pride me kill Wayne Growe when the heat came
I smut but stimulation is good
I keep the hammer with me, renovatin' the hood
Difference between us, I'm gettin' loot on

shoes on the Beem, you got a boot on yours
Dudes with no wanna put an end to me
But doggs, I'm readin' the lines
The game's in parenthesis

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

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

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

the royal, I ain't playin'
I'm takin' this over so y'all layin' or dyin'
And I hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin'

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

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