Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers from Brentwood L. I.

Verse one: erick

Epmd fans focused, e's about to freak it
Hardcore, but not rough to bleep it
So relax and chill, get with the brother
And like damon wayans, we're living in black
Sheik, the beats em freak
A unique technique, with like black sheep
You know my style's mad rugged, you it
You never the funk before the e was discovered
I'm bad, wrangler, mic strangler
Funk arranger, e.d's
We make the that make you *owwwww!*
Make you wanna scream james brown so I can rock a town
I'm real swift, I bring light to a
I rock the party all night, the chant my shit
I leave at sundown, walk chillin
Cool, and keep mental like bivins
Then I find the hit squad, and buckwhylin
Chump, i'ma...

two: parrish smith

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

Verse three: erick sermon, smith

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

Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, the format
Hardcore underground, just amtrak
Word to herb got steel than pittsburgh
So easy with the comments, or boy you get served
I'm keep you dancin like ali
Collect the dough you know and I'm swayze
On the downlow, no or buckwhylin
Bust it kid, i'ma