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 enough to it
So relax and chill, get down with the
And like wayans, we're living in black colour
Sheik, the beats make em
A unique technique, with flavors like sheep
You know my style's mad rugged, you it
You never heard the funk before the e was
I'm bad, wrangler, mic strangler
arranger, e.d's danger
We make the sounds make you *owwwww!*
you wanna scream like james brown so I can rock a town
I'm real swift, I light to a skip
I rock the party all night, the crowd my shit
I leave at sundown, away chillin
Cool, and keep mental mike bivins
Then I the hit squad, and stop buckwhylin
Chump, i'ma...

Verse two: smith

Peace to the posse, ok you got me
rap chumpie about to o.d.
Beat fanatic fiend from the scene
You the kid in the benz s-o with the fog beam
Skins cool I mingle girls are
be gentle, I'll be very gentle'
Don't bug on my rap skill boy, it's mental
Squaad is mad truck, quick to a duck
No bluff, your neck'll get so kill the ruff stuff
Brentwood's my town home of
Dress is don't care so take a chill clown
Smallest on the map we're bustin big caps
Where girlies troop tim boots and caps
That's where I'm from chump, still
Bust it hobbes, i'ma

Verse erick sermon, parrish smith

Now time for me the e to rock it loco
No to guess homeboy, you know my vocals
Gimme a break to focused on my tape
I'm more great, I got the key to my state
I'm rough like brillo, I bust like a
The form 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, check the
Hardcore underground, like amtrak
Word to herb got more steel pittsburgh
So easy with the smart comments, or boy you get
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