Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

wrong with these niggaz?
This game, tryin'
To get points 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' brings they Kotex
Where we reside, I creeps my ass up
And smash brownies off in his face
I done 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
tried to fuck mines off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch my broads on Watoo

Dude, you done broke code
I'm finst ta drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be I can motherfuckin' explode
Talkin' about be fuckin' all kind 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 krossed
I don't owe this motherfucker in the

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

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

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

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

You niggaz got me stuck,
Watchin' y'all spit it and get it up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we gon' what
If he never see mail, 'cause that we sell
by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail

Motherfuckers grindin' but we all played
And all ain't paid, now watch 'em all get
Laid and watch 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
try to gain stripe, I flame mic
Got 'em all up in the same shit, call it game tight

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

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

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

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

Young Mack Jr., ain't nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. he tough
Jr. be havin' 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. got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff
Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. quick to
Mack Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin'

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

Fool know not that 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, a couple of kites
Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll yo' life for braggin rights

That ain't fair so stop that,
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 politickin' with the
under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
steaks and knives read 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 points and
For brownie points and
take your life
Just to get them points