Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

Brooklyn, is the set-off
Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets
up, Sauce Money, uh, uh
Proper

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

Fine, niggas wanna let him shine
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a nine
as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine
Guess who's the odd man out, I we got somethin' in common
I'm just a little more 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 lyrics I know
robbin' all them lyrics I flow

I'm Sadamin' all you fo' sho'
You betta I'm a true nigga, please do, nigga
Betta inquire a few niggas
'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and 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
I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk
Color blood red, body in chalk

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

At they head hard, in they damn spine
Leaves emcee's like Reeves, crippled and cryin'
Shittin' in a bag and a breath away 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 Addamsville a hot glock, blat

They say murder is the case, they throw me
I guess these muthafuckas know me
O.G. rock called a yay

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

is the deal, you clear in this field
And ain't until every hater here is revealed
we don't need no fuckin' clearance to peel
Or runnin' and the fear is revealed

So get off this block, homie, handle your
all your heroin, rocks and you marijuana
I'm like a on the Sopranos or the Wire
You'se a big pussy, lil' man, over, retire

'Cause the tickin', your days is done
But we know all them different 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 home
You gon' on my gun from your dome abrasions
'Cause my chrome is blazin', I'm crunk
Got the bop gun like Sir Nose

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

my gun, big guns, big power
M. Woods, sixth hourm Berettas, Tauruses,
and Wesson's, glocks and lugers
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 with the strap in his
Homie's stolen and contrabands
All day day, crossin' my hood in day
In a six-trey with my Kay Slay

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

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

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

It's about that time clappin'
Dude, what's crackin'?
I been gettin' it since 'Paid In was really happenin'
I gotta do it like that to keep my street

And pride made me kill Growe when the heat came
I don't smut but is good
I keep the hammer me, Joey's renovatin' the hood
between us, I'm gettin' loot on tours

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

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

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

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

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

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