Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

Seven, oh,
Yeah, Hustle
Playa,
What's with these old niggaz, man?
D-day, what's wrong with niggaz?

What's wrong with these
This game, tryin'
To get brownie and stripes
Smack yeah
(Yeah)

You got somethin' for old niggaz, doe
we got fo' 'em big balla?
Yeah, yeah,

What's the subject? Fo' niggaz they Kotex
we reside, I creeps my ass up inside
And smash brownies off in his face
That I done shitted and on, dude, how that taste?

him out his place, out of his area
With his and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
Nigga to fuck mines off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on

Dude, you done broke fuckin'
I'm ta dump drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be like I can motherfuckin'
Talkin' I'll be fuckin' all kind of women

That's B R P, blade, run or
Once a time there was this guy named Dane
Tried to my bitch, but he kris krossed game
I don't owe motherfucker in the first

But he done made livin' in my
A lot worse
Tryin' to gain stripes

It's nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and with the vice
Crackin' pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is dice

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
steaks and knives, read him his rights
So called best stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie points and
For brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll your life
Just to get them brownie

You niggaz got me stuck,
Watchin' y'all it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we gon' what
If he isn't never see mail, 'cause that we
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can it retail

Motherfuckers but we all ain't played
And all ain't paid, now 'em all get sprayed
Laid back and him misprint it, we been spit it
For you newcomers who thinkin' you done it, I put my in it

Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and a bitch split it
If I ain't wit' it, it wasn't enough fuckin' in it
Niggaz try to gain stripe, I mic
Got 'em all caught up in the shit, call it game tight

Keep my name hyped, to get my name right
When it's fucked up, I'm the one you can blame
Hatin' on my niggaz I did the shit
Yo, we the shit, this Hogg ass bitch

nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, a pipe
Snake is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them points)
steaks and knives, read him his rights
So called best stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For points and stripes
For brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll take life
Just to get them brownie

Young Mack Jr., ain't but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough
Mack Jr. be problems with his stomach
Throwin' up that stuff, Mack Jr. done tried everything
(In the bay)
The whole

Mack Jr. be whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils
Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your
Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. to bust
Mack Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin'

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' close with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the
But Mack Jr., all the be seein'
My viznideos on the tizznelevision

Fool know not he'll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized
Talkin about, when you see nigga E-40, 'Element of Surprise'
One of my fellas about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin rights

That ain't fair so that, baby
why do niggaz gotta cheat
Don't them niggaz know I got enough
To put they whole family to sleep?

It's nothin read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the
Crackin' under pressure, bust a
Snake eyes is crooked

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get brownie points)
steaks and knives read him his rights
So called best friend'll yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie points and
For brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll take life
to get them brownie points