Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the whole shit son, y'know
It's too much over here, there's doodoo over there
Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from
And the from there
And make it mo' better blues everywhere
dynamic duo times two bro

Fucking global, fucking domination in rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and go
Worldwide boot camp with by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they me tons of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to
Why not the real from both sides and go for broke?
No ass joke, buck or rakim, long arms like down syms
Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't na-thing

What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and
But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc miraculous
When up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when would I let you slide
Two fly becomin victims of whorides
You try to avoid my that's when you die
News fly fast as fuck on how ruckus done bruised
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on other shit"
Mad I make music no longer for the love of it
What is y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get with, a single shot to your pelvis

Now throw your hands in the air if you feel here
bump everywhere because it's real this year
From the city of long to my home brownsville
Cause real real everytime for real

Who mashes the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the to make a sound?
My style blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, it's a
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the
Steadily these niggaz don't pass these zones limits
I the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I through, for you and your crew
It's a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I it's useless
To step to this, we in we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to

We can't we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and this pound to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you gotta you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run shit)

Life without money, like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no in warfare
Engage, I the front page, like nicholas cage
And get served, and center stage
I'm breakin through, throw up teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic
Hostile, apostle in 3-d
every galaxy, throwin up d.p.

We in the house, when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in your bitch
From here to down south to the westside, my test drive
You crazy, the shit I make a nigga praise me
So say oh, you love the shit frequently
Oh for dogg and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the dillinger and ruckus
And what? we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got
From hot ones, to shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad 9's, the red dot kind
To make a hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

At the same time, you can me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz battle the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, what I'm kickin while all you jokers be
On some bullshit, you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show after-party hotel like
Make me blow the back out bitches bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I
Smack the shit out of any nigga I think clonin me

Now who, wants to be a real mc
Like heltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through your town
And layin motherfuckers down, hah!

Man, niggaz servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a in a fuckin tanktop
I tricks to new jerz to cape cod
You could be up against tremendous odds
And a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice
And the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin in all blue?
Dogg gangstaz, number one, number two
evade the principle, the top principal
Up the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get whole chest cavity split
That's when all the ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
for poetical satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps like payton
I'm all money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the garden of

Yeah, and how we do it
Heltah skeltah and tha pound
Runnin this
Yeah!