Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

What's 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' niggaz they Kotex
Where we reside, I 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
With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the
Nigga tried to fuck off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on

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

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

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

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

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

For points and stripes
For brownie and stripes
take your life
Just to get them brownie

You got me stuck, what?
Watchin' spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we gon' bust
If he isn't see mail, 'cause that we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it

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

Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch it
If I ain't it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips 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 right
Hatin' on my niggaz I did the shit
Yo, we the shit, represent Hogg ass bitch

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

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
steaks and knives, read him his rights
So called friend'll 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 your life
Just to get brownie points

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

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

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 tube

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

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

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

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and knives him his rights
So called friend'll 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 points