Luyện nghe bài hát East Coast/west Coast Killas

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

Verse RBX

While childish MC's battle over fronts
I with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts
If you want to be evil like Knieval then
I guarantee your ass catch the speed lump
The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the
custom designed, for
Yes indeedy, graffiti
And one's a burner, baby
Truck, like Toyata
True and livin with the gat
Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold rush
Then I flush material
That's if I mash them all to mush
Hush, let me burst, I gush
cuts
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to

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

Verse Two:

Yo, why do make me wanna ruin they career?
Before I bust your shit get one thing clear
provoke Kris no joke this
I don't no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused
without skills seekin will only weaken
The artist over beats and, you be cheatin
Cacaphony of small talent rappers, a coast
instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials
Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya
Ignorant ass continue to tempt me
Lyrics be empty like cellblock
Too many MC's causin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables in my voicebox
Yet I'm still unknown like the X on
Just typical, non-topical
Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be
I check and who's in the house
Like shit your ooze out ya mouth
Whattyou think this is? from the Bronx kid!

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

Welcome to the New Order
You are now martial law
All constituional rights have been

Verse Three:

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

Yeah that's 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 *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 8X)

Four: Nas

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

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