Luyện nghe bài hát East Coast/west Coast Killas

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

Verse RBX

While childish MC's battle coastal fronts
I come with no fronts and smash in monkey
If you want to be evil like Knieval jump
I guarantee your punk ass the speed lump
The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the
designed, for instrumental
Yes indeedy, lyrical
And this one's a burner,
Truck, Toyata driven
True and drivin with the gat
Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold rush
I flush wack material
That's if I mash them all to mush
Hush, let me burst, dare I
cuts
Lyrical arsenal to arsenic

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

Verse Two:

Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they
Before I bust your let's get one thing clear
Don't provoke Kris no this
I don't ride no rapper's yo I stay focused
Beefin without skills seekin will only
The artist speakin beats and, you be cheatin
Cacaphony of talent rappers, claimin a coast
over instrumentals, ain't got no real credentials
Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya
Ignorant ass continue to tempt me
Lyrics be empty Alcatraz cellblock
Too many MC's rappin causin gridlock
Lyrical syllables in my voicebox
Yet I'm still like the X on Sadat
your typical, non-topical
Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric you be usin
I check one-two's and in the house
Like your lyrics ooze out ya mouth
think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!

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

to the New World Order
You are now under law
All constituional have been suspended

Verse Three:

The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle
Coast trippin goin on through out the
East West Coast anybody killer!
I don't give a fuck where you I'ma Killa Hill-er
I got crews on sides together
Deeper than the ocean and for whatever
Fool I can roll through any
from to Westland Avenue, without my glock
But some niggaz can't on both sides
So they try and break off, ties
Fools got to get wise, realize
True, enemy lies in the highrise
office, analyzing the
Look at them red niggaz, even get along
that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill
Mad get peeled if you oppose the Hill

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

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

Four: Nas

Now when I like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan
Desert in this modern day Babylon
I be the disciples strap arms
All on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone
Like a thief wrong, I the long 38 warm
Silent and calm, and blackout the beef is on
Focus on rap holsters, notice
I'm evil like the Exorcist to the
Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at
Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a for spite
Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my up
the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up
It's a holdup, frontin like you for the real
to make a meal, but when fold, nigga you squeal
like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin

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