Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers from Brentwood L. I.

Verse one: erick

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

Verse two: parrish

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

Verse erick sermon, parrish smith

Now it's time for me the e to rock it
No need to guess homeboy, you know my
Gimme a to stay focused on my tape
I'm more great, I got the key to my state
I'm rough brillo, I bust like a pistol
The b-boy form is mil or is til
The underground sound be for the new jacks
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 herb got steel than pittsburgh
So with the smart comments, or boy you get served
I'm cock-d keep you dancin ali
Collect the dough you and then I'm swayze
On the downlow, no or buckwhylin
Bust it kid, cause