Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers from Brentwood L. I.

Verse one: sermon

Epmd stay focused, e's about to freak it
Hardcore, but not rough enough to it
So relax and chill, get down with the
And like damon wayans, we're in black colour
Sheik, the beats make em
A unique technique, flavors like black sheep
You know my mad rugged, you love it
You never heard the funk the e was discovered
I'm bad, renegade wrangler, mic
arranger, e.d's danger
We make the that make you *owwwww!*
Make you wanna scream like james brown so I can rock a
I'm swift, I bring light to a skip
I rock the all night, the crowd chant my shit
I leave at sundown, away chillin
Cool, and mental like mike bivins
Then I find the hit squad, and buckwhylin
Chump, i'ma...

Verse two: smith

to the posse, yeah ok you got me
Another rap about to o.d.
Beat fanatic from the hard scene
You know the kid in the s-o with the fog beam
Skins cool I mingle are simple
'i'll be gentle, I'll be gentle'
Don't bug on my rap skill boy, because mental
is mad truck, quick to snuff a duck
No bluff, your neck'll get so kill the ruff stuff
Brentwood's my town home of
Dress code is don't care so take a chill
Smallest place on the map bustin big caps
Where girlies troop tim boots and baseball
where I'm from chump, still buckwhylin
Bust it hobbes, i'ma

Verse three: erick sermon, smith

Now it's time for me the e to it loco
No to guess homeboy, you know my vocals
Gimme a break to focused on my tape
I'm more great, I got the key to my state
I'm like brillo, I bust like a pistol
The b-boy is nine mil or is til
The underground sound be pumped for the new
Who you baby? I'm not bo jackson, get the bozack

Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, the format
Hardcore underground, just like
Word to got more steel than pittsburgh
So with the smart comments, or boy you get served
I'm cock-d keep you like ali
Collect the dough you know and then I'm
On the downlow, no or buckwhylin
Bust it kid, cause