Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers from Brentwood L. I.

Verse one: erick

fans stay focused, e's about to freak it
Hardcore, but not rough enough to it
So relax and chill, get with the brother
And like wayans, we're living in black colour
Sheik, the beats em freak
A unique technique, with flavors 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 the sounds that make you *owwwww!*
Make you wanna scream like brown so I can rock a town
I'm swift, I bring light to a skip
I rock the party all night, the chant my shit
I leave at sundown, walk chillin
Cool, and keep mental like bivins
I find the hit squad, and stop buckwhylin
Chump, i'ma...

Verse parrish smith

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

Verse erick sermon, parrish smith

Now it's time for me the e to rock it
No to guess 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 rough like brillo, I like a pistol
The b-boy form is mil or is til
The sound be pumped 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
to herb got more steel than pittsburgh
So easy the smart comments, or boy you get served
I'm keep you dancin like ali
the dough you know and then I'm swayze
On the downlow, no or buckwhylin
it kid, cause i'ma