Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers from Brentwood L. I.

Verse one: erick

Epmd fans stay focused, e's to freak it
Hardcore, but not enough to bleep it
So and chill, get down with the brother
And damon wayans, we're living in black colour
Sheik, the make em freak
A unique technique, with flavors like sheep
You my style's mad rugged, you love it
You never heard the funk before the e was
I'm bad, wrangler, mic strangler
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 light to a
I rock the party all night, the chant my shit
I leave at sundown, walk chillin
Cool, and mental like mike bivins
I find 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 fiend from the hard scene
You the kid in the benz s-o with the fog beam
cool I mingle girls are simple
'i'll be gentle, be very gentle'
Don't bug on my rap skill boy, because mental
Squaad is mad truck, to snuff a duck
No bluff, neck'll get snapped so kill the ruff stuff
Brentwood's my town home of
Dress code is don't so take a chill clown
place on the map we're bustin big caps
Where girlies troop tim boots and baseball
That's I'm from chump, still buckwhylin
it hobbes, cause i'ma

Verse erick sermon, parrish smith

Now it's time for me the e to it loco
No need to guess homeboy, you my vocals
Gimme a break to focused 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 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
Word to herb got steel than pittsburgh
So easy the smart comments, or boy you get served
I'm cock-d keep you like ali
Collect the you know and then I'm swayze
On the downlow, no profilin or
Bust it kid, cause