Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

wrong with these niggaz?
This fuckin' game,
To get brownie points and
Smack yeah
(Yeah)

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

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

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

Dude, you broke fuckin' code
I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump, drop, clip,
Be like I can explode
Talkin' about I'll be fuckin' all of women

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

But he made livin' in my house
A lot worse
Tryin' to some stripes

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

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

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

You got me stuck, what?
y'all spit 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 catch it

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

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

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

It's nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' the vice
under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked

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

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

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

Mack Jr. be takin' 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. quick to
Mack Jr. be geekin', Jr. be havin' withdrawal

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

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 overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
Told me to be careful niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin rights

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

It's nothin nice him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, a pipe
eyes is crooked dice

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

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