Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville

[Incomprehensible], mother M.O.P. way
Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother M.O.P. way
Mother fucking M.O.P. way, fucking M.O.P

the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get knocked down, body counts risin'
Them streets look to ya, villains look poor to ya
niggas'll slaughter ya

For goose Nautica, you got jewels?
Stash 'em, son, 'cause there's a niggas broke
And we all got
And you what that means

Niggas be like they smokin' caffeine
Lookin' to do a stick, move and swift
With your [Incomprehensible] on your hip, ready to
you empty your grip, dip

And get the up out of Dodge
if you know, what's up, kid?
Niggas is gettin' time
Plus the crackers is

But then you got them down at 73rd
That was drug since the 70's, word
kinda skeptic
Livin' these crazy ways

day is a jam
So expect the unexpected, crime
1-718, Brownsville,
The property be gettin' token

So we're
Be pressure, gettin' blackmailed
Villains usin' dealings
Makin' killings of sales

The theme song of murder, kiddin'
These are forbidden, automatics just be spittin'
And and profound, you get lumped up
Soon as you up or get gunned down in Brownsville

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,

Young punks got guns, now that's a shame
Everybody claim they and do they thing
[Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, hard to
The squad'll throw your whole borough under siege

Beyond chrome and farmers
Nigga, Billy Danze
And I'm double clutchin' my hands
Them won't jam

So my man, if your an advance to your grave
It's the of the 'Drama Lord'
And the home of the brave
It's hard to trust us 'cause mad ruckus

We toe tax with mufflers for small hustlers
It's blue steel concealed under my
To calm down whoever, Duke, I clever
I must keep it steppin' when shit be gettin' hot

I step and bop while I with my weapon cocked
The hill real, we kill at will
Clack-clack, clack-clack,
Mad guns in grill in the 'Ville

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,

Brownsville, yeah, killings here only retaliation
No cryin', see dying's an everyday thing,
25 niggas down by my
I'll in with 8 thugs that love bustin' rounds

You know the
In my your heater be ready to blaze
Keep in your stash in case you gotta be Swayze
For twistin' a cap back

That's that work of M.O.P., who we be? Firing of 11233
Clack-clack, whole in your back
That's thug style, a small section of Brooklyn
the O.K. Corral

Now, flash, razorfied lead, one grazed Ted
Two paralyzed, three
Gunmen the scenery
heavy automatic machinery

Niggas ain't got nothing to
And yo it seems to be I'll
or be killed in the 'Ville, nigga
All up and down Mother Gaston, they steel

Blow stacks and chips in A.C.'s with rims
We be livin' good with a Mac and black
Keep this in mind and they not find you in the river
With the next guy that fly shit Brownsville deliver, nigga

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,