Luyện nghe bài hát Coast To Coast Gangstas

Brooklyn, is the set-off
Kay Sleezy, take it to the nigga
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 armed a hammer
And when I'm strapped, fool, your brother
like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia
You in the scope like a

Fine, niggas don't wanna let him
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't 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 somethin' in
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 whole sun, moon and in
You starvin' for more lyrics I
Steady robbin' all lyrics I flow

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

Get a grip, dead four, in the hip
Slip, picture me fallin', nigga don't trip

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

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

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

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

They say 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, me, your highness
I tear your with this gun powder
Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear, this is real,

Here is the deal, you clear in field
And ain't stoppin' until every hater is revealed
'Cause we don't need no fuckin' to peel
Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is

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

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

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

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

From my gun, big guns, big
M. Woods, sixth hourm Berettas, Tauruses,
Smith and Wesson's, and lugers
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 the strap in his hand
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 scanner
Hangin' out the window, hittin' em up the bandana
And I can't stand a snitch so I the lid
in case them bitch niggas wanna sing with this

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

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

It's about that nine-milli clappin'
Dude, what's crackin'?
I gettin' it since '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 smut but stimulation is good
I keep the hammer with me, Joey's the hood
Difference between us, I'm gettin' loot on

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

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

niggas slowly hatin' on Joey, so amazin'
And niggas knowin' 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 whole laid down
Thirty-two shots to your block, I had that caged down
And before you blink, I let off eight

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

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

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