Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers from Brentwood L. I.

Verse one: sermon

fans stay 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 colour
Sheik, the beats em freak
A unique technique, with like black sheep
You know my mad rugged, you love it
You never heard the funk before the e was
I'm bad, renegade wrangler, mic
Funk arranger, e.d's
We make the that make you *owwwww!*
Make you wanna like james brown so I can rock a town
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 keep like mike bivins
I find the hit squad, and stop 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 the kid in the benz s-o with the fog beam
Skins I mingle girls are simple
be gentle, I'll be very 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 snapped so kill the 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 troop tim boots and baseball caps
That's where I'm from chump, 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 more than great, I got the key to my
I'm rough like brillo, I like a pistol
The b-boy is nine 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
underground, just like amtrak
Word to herb got more steel than
So easy the smart comments, or boy you get served
I'm cock-d keep you like ali
Collect the you know and then I'm swayze
On the downlow, no or buckwhylin
it kid, cause i'ma