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 Sauce calm with his
'Cause I'm like bakin' soda, bitch, I'm armed with a
And when I'm strapped, fool, fuck brother
'Cause like Jimmy Ivene in
You in the scope like a

Fine, niggas don't let him shine
Niggas hate that fact Sauce give a fuckin' nine
Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound 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 hole so big in your that if you God body
You can fit the sun, moon and star in
You starvin' for more lyrics I
Steady robbin' all them I flow

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

Get a grip, four, fifth 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
When I spray, pray, lay on the sidewalk
Color blood red, outlined in chalk

My rhymes, two all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double
This a strict nine
Tear apart body parts I spark nine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From my gun, big guns, big
M. Woods, hourm 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 the strap in his hand
Homie's stolen and contrabands
All day every day, my hood in day
In a six-trey my nigga Kay Slay

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

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

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

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

And pride made me Wayne Growe when the heat came
I don't but stimulation is good
I keep the hammer me, Joey's renovatin' the hood
Difference 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' the lines
The whole in parenthesis

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

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

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

This the royal, I ain't
I'm takin' this over so either layin' or dyin'
And I won't hesitate to the iron
You is chillin' with a ragin' lion

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

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