Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

wrong with these niggaz?
This game, tryin'
To get brownie points and
points yeah
(Yeah)

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

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

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

Dude, you done broke fuckin'
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 there was this guy 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 whole lot
to gain some stripes

It's nothin' nice, him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' pressure, bust a pipe
Snake 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 brownie and stripes
For brownie points and
take your life
Just to get them brownie

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

Motherfuckers grindin' but we all played
And all ain't paid, now 'em all get sprayed
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 ain't it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it
try to gain stripe, I flame mic
Got 'em all caught up in the same shit, call it 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 when I did the
Yo, we the shit, represent this ass bitch

It's nothin' nice, read him his
Collar him and laugh, rollin' and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, bust a
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 brownie points and
For points and stripes
take your life
Just to get them points

Young Mack Jr., nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. think 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 takin' whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his
Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call bluff
Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. to bust
Mack Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin'

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, saw the dude
But Jr., all the time be seein'
My viznideos on the tube

Fool know not that 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 careful cause niggaz'll take yo' for braggin rights

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

It's nothin read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, a pipe
eyes is crooked 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 and stripes
For points and stripes
Niggaz'll take life
Just to get them points