Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers from Brentwood L. I.

Verse one: sermon

fans stay focused, e's about to freak it
Hardcore, but not enough to bleep it
So and chill, get down with the brother
And like damon wayans, we're living in colour
Sheik, the make em freak
A technique, with flavors like black sheep
You know my style's mad rugged, you it
You heard the funk before the e was discovered
I'm bad, wrangler, mic strangler
arranger, e.d's danger
We the sounds 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 crowd my shit
I leave at sundown, walk chillin
Cool, and keep mental like mike
Then I find the hit squad, and buckwhylin
Chump, i'ma...

Verse parrish smith

Peace to the posse, ok you got me
rap chumpie about to o.d.
Beat fanatic fiend from the 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 very
Don't bug on my rap skill boy, because mental
is mad truck, quick to snuff a duck
No bluff, neck'll get snapped so kill the ruff stuff
my town home of beatdowns
Dress code is care so take a chill clown
Smallest on the map we're 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 rock it
No need to homeboy, you know my vocals
Gimme a break to stay 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 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 amtrak
Word to herb got more steel pittsburgh
So easy 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