Luyện nghe bài hát East Coast/west Coast Killas

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

One: RBX

While childish MC's over coastal fronts
I with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts
If you want to be evil like Knieval then
I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed
The tactics, extract, morbid from the mental
designed, for instrumental
Yes indeedy, lyrical
And this one's a burner,
Truck, Toyata driven
True and livin with the gat
Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush
Then I flush material
if I don't mash them all to mush
Hush, let me burst, dare I
cuts
Lyrical equivalent to arsenic

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

Two: KRS-One

Yo, why do they me wanna ruin they career?
Before I your shit let's get one thing clear
provoke Kris no joke this
I don't ride no nutsac yo I stay focused
without skills seekin will only weaken
The artist speakin beats and, you be cheatin
Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a
instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials
Here come the philosopher ya correctly
Ignorant ass MC's continue to me
Lyrics be like Alcatraz cellblock
Too many MC's rappin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical interlock in my voicebox
Yet I'm still unknown like the X on
Just your typical,
Flex the optical illusion metaphoric style you be usin
I check and who's in the house
Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya
Whattyou think this is? KRS-One the Bronx kid!

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

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

Three: B-Real

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

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

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

Verse Nas

Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of
Storm in this modern day Babylon
I be the twelve disciples 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 the beef is on
Focus on your rap holsters,
I'm evil the Exorcist to the locusts
Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at
Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a for spite
a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
When the fuckin world blows up 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)