Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

Brooklyn, this is the
Kay Sleezy, take it to the 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
like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia
You in the scope a muthafucka

Fine, niggas don't wanna let him
Niggas hate that Sauce 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 little more calm 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, moon and in
You for more lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all them I flow

I'm Sadamin' all you fo' sho'
You betta know I'm a true nigga, do, nigga
Betta inquire 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 picture me fallin', don't trip

is the way of my walk
In a eleven, the tone when I talk
When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the
Color blood red, body in chalk

My rhymes, two all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split double time
This eightball's a nine
Tear apart 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'
Nigga I'm the of raw rhymes

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

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

VA's
Underground muthafuckin' king, call me, your
I tear 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 stoppin' every hater here is revealed
'Cause we need no fuckin' clearance to peel
Or runnin' and the fear is revealed

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

the clock's tickin', your days 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, layin' with your and your seed

Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home
You bleed 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 the waist
Open eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face
Fuck rest, we lay these muthafuckas to waste
You bit the nigga tell me, how the fuck did it taste

From my gun, big guns, big
M. Woods, hourm Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
and Wesson's, glocks and lugers
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 the strap in his hand
Homie's stolen and contrabands
All day day, crossin' 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 the bandana
And I stand a snitch so I clean the lid
Just in case them bitch niggas wanna sing this

I on the trigger, 'cause 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 your can on your vest like a and pray slowly
'Cause this'll your teflon holey
With the forty glock ready to ring, bring the to the scene
the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King

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

And made me kill Wayne Growe when the heat came
I smut but stimulation is good
I the hammer with me, Joey's renovatin' the hood
between us, I'm gettin' 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 game's in

Talk about models and how you somethin'
you really shootin' air balls
You ain't nothin'
Nathan, through the strip, O.G.'s

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

Aiiyo, the dumb shit when 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

the royal, I ain't playin'
I'm takin' over so y'all either 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, whether the slider or the
I keep my block rocker, under the blue dosser

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