Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville

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

Brownsville's the place where crews seem the
Cops get knocked down, counts only risin'
Them look full to ya, villains look poor to ya
Them slaughter ya

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

Niggas be open like they smokin'
to do a quick stick, move and swift
With your [Incomprehensible] on hip, ready to flip
Whenever you your grip, dip

And get the up out of Dodge
That's if you know, up, kid?
Niggas is gettin' Mandela
the crackers is corrupted

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

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

So intended
Be pressure, gettin' blackmailed
usin' their dealings
Makin' killings of crack

The theme of murder, nobody's kiddin'
These fools are forbidden, automatics be spittin'
And devastatin' and profound, you get up
Soon as you jump up or get down in Brownsville

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,

Young punks got guns, now a damn shame
Everybody claim they represent and do they
[Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, to believe
The firin' squad'll throw your whole borough siege

Beyond twin and farmers
Nigga, it's Billy
And I'm double clutchin' my hands
fuckers won't jam

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

We toe tax mufflers for small time hustlers
It's blue steel under my sweater
To calm whoever, Duke, I move clever
I must it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot

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

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,

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

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

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

Now, flash, razorfied lead, one grazed Ted
Two paralyzed, three
fled the scenery
With automatic machinery

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

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

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,