Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers from Brentwood L. I.

Verse one: sermon

Epmd fans stay focused, e's to freak it
Hardcore, but not enough to bleep it
So relax and chill, get down the brother
And like damon wayans, living in black colour
Sheik, the make em freak
A unique technique, with flavors like black
You know my style's mad rugged, you it
You never the funk before the e was discovered
I'm bad, wrangler, mic strangler
arranger, e.d's danger
We make the 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 rock the all night, the crowd chant my shit
I leave at sundown, walk chillin
Cool, and keep mental 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.
fanatic fiend from the hard scene
You the kid in the benz s-o with the fog beam
Skins cool I mingle 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
my town home of beatdowns
Dress code is don't care so take a chill
Smallest place on the map we're big caps
Where girlies troop tim and baseball caps
where I'm from chump, still buckwhylin
Bust it hobbes, cause

three: erick sermon, parrish 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 than great, I got the key to my
I'm rough like brillo, I bust a pistol
The form is nine mil or is til
The underground sound be pumped for the new
Who loves you baby? I'm not bo jackson, get the

Yeah, bo-e-oh-e-o-zack, the format
Hardcore underground, just like
Word to herb got more than pittsburgh
So with the smart comments, or boy you get served
I'm cock-d you dancin like ali
Collect the dough you know and then I'm
On the downlow, no profilin or
Bust it kid, cause