Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 in my house
A whole lot
Tryin' to gain some

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

(Goin' all up, out your way to get them brownie points)
steaks and knives, read 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 points and stripes
Niggaz'll take 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 it retail

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

Let yo' get it, serve a D and watch a bitch 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

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

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

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them points)
It's and knives, read 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 points and stripes
Niggaz'll take your
Just to get them brownie

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

Mack Jr. be takin' of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils
Mack Jr. got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff
Jr. to be played, Jr. quick to bust
Mack Jr. be geekin', Jr. be havin' withdrawal

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 time be
My viznideos on the tizznelevision

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

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

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

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
It's and knives read 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 points and stripes
For brownie points and
Niggaz'll take life
Just to get them brownie