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 these
This fuckin' game,
To get brownie and stripes
Smack yeah
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them points)
It's steaks and knives, 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 brownie points and
For brownie points and
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 bust what
If he isn't never see mail, 'cause we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can it retail

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

Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and a bitch split it
If I ain't it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it
Niggaz try to stripe, I flame mic
Got 'em all up in the same 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 niggaz I did the shit
Yo, we the shit, this Hogg ass bitch

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

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get brownie 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 points and stripes
For brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll your life
Just to get brownie points

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

Mack Jr. be takin' whiffles of that Khadafi and 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 withdrawal

Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella close with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, saw the dude
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, when you see that nigga E-40, of Surprise'
One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, a couple of kites
Told me to be cause niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin rights

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

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

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get 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 points and
For brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll take life
Just to get brownie points