Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

What's wrong with niggaz?
This fuckin' game,
To get brownie and stripes
Smack points
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

But he done livin' in my house
A lot worse
to gain some stripes

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

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

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 newcomers who thinkin' you it, I put my fist in it

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

Keep my 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, represent this ass bitch

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

(Goin' all up, out your way to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and knives, 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 and stripes
For brownie points and
Niggaz'll your life
to get them brownie points

Young Mack Jr., nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough
Mack Jr. be havin' problems with his
Throwin' up that green stuff, Mack Jr. done everything
(In the bay)
The Taco

Jr. be takin' whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils
Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call 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 know this motherfucker, never saw the
But Mack Jr., all the be seein'
My on the tizznelevision tube

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

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

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

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