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 make em
A unique technique, with flavors black sheep
You know my style's mad rugged, you it
You never heard the before the e was discovered
I'm bad, renegade wrangler, mic
Funk arranger, e.d's
We make the that make you *owwwww!*
Make you wanna scream like james so I can rock a town
I'm real swift, I bring to a skip
I the party all night, the crowd chant my shit
I leave at sundown, walk chillin
Cool, and mental like mike bivins
Then I find the hit squad, and stop
Chump, i'ma...

Verse parrish smith

Peace to the posse, ok you got me
Another rap chumpie to o.d.
fanatic fiend from the hard scene
You know the kid in the benz s-o the fog beam
Skins cool I mingle girls are
'i'll be gentle, be very 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 the ruff stuff
Brentwood's my home of beatdowns
code is don't care so take a chill clown
Smallest place on the map we're big caps
Where girlies troop tim and baseball caps
That's where I'm chump, still buckwhylin
Bust it hobbes, i'ma

Verse three: erick sermon, smith

Now it's for me the e to rock it loco
No to guess homeboy, you know my vocals
a break to stay focused on my tape
I'm more great, I got the key to my state
I'm rough like brillo, I bust a pistol
The b-boy is nine mil or is til
The underground be pumped for the new jacks
Who loves you 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 easy with the comments, or boy you get served
I'm keep you dancin like ali
Collect the dough you know and then I'm
On the downlow, no profilin or
Bust it kid, i'ma