Luyện nghe bài hát East Coast/west Coast Killas

East *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)

One: RBX

While MC's battle over coastal fronts
I come with no fronts and smash in monkey
If you want to be evil like then jump
I your punk ass catch the speed lump
The tactics, extract, thoughts from the mental
designed, for instrumental
Yes indeedy, graffiti
And this one's a burner,
Truck, like driven
True and livin drivin the gat
Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold rush
Then I flush wack
That's if I don't mash them all to
Hush, let me burst, I gush
Cock-diezel
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to

East *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X)

Verse Two:

Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin career?
Before I bust your let's get one thing clear
Don't Kris no joke this
I don't ride no nutsac yo I stay focused
Beefin skills seekin will only weaken
The artist speakin beats and, you be cheatin
Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a
over instrumentals, ain't got no real street
Here the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly
Ignorant ass MC's continue to me
Lyrics be like Alcatraz cellblock
Too many MC's rappin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables in my voicebox
Yet I'm still unknown like the X on
your typical, non-topical
Flex the optical weak metaphoric style you be usin
I check one-two's and who's in the
shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth
Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the kid!

East coast *killer*, West *killer* (repeat 8X)

Welcome to the New World
You are now martial law
All constituional rights have suspended

Three: B-Real

The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can this
trippin goin on through out the business
East Coast Coast anybody killer!
I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Hill-er
I got crews on sides together
Deeper than the and down for whatever
Fool I can roll through any
from Central to Westland Avenue, my glock
But some niggaz can't survive on sides
So they try and off, eliminate ties
Fools got to get wise, realize
True, enemy lies killin in the
office, analyzing the
Look at them red niggaz, even get along
Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the
Mad caps get peeled if you the Hill

Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the Group Therapy
The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys
You're not ready to or test this
that noise!

East coast *killer*, West *killer (repeat 8X)

Verse Nas

Now when I bomb Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan
Desert Storm in modern day Babylon
I be the twelve disciples arms
All on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone
Like a thief wrong, I the long 38 warm
and calm, and blackout when the beef is on
Focus on rap holsters, notice
I'm evil the Exorcist to the locusts
thoughts, are mergin at night
Like towards the virgin in white
I'm in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite hoes up, my flow's up
When the fuckin world up throw your hands up
It's a holdup, frontin you down for the real
to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you
like Heel, but what's the fuckin deal?

East coast *killer* West coast (repeat 16X)