Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the whole son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo here, there's doodoo over there
get with the real, from here
And the from there
And make it mo' better blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? 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 with smoke by the truckload
Or the coast, where they show me tons of love
Doc and deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on wack rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like syms
Snatch up hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

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

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

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

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

Life without money, that's breathing with no air
Prepare, no love in warfare
Engage, I meet the front page, nicholas cage
And get served, front and center
I'm breakin through, up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic
Hostile, verbal in 3-d
Hittin galaxy, throwin up d.p.

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

At the same time, you can catch me on yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's I'm kickin while all you jokers be
On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a speed
You know it's the, show after-party like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I
Smack the out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

Now who, wants to be a real mc
Like heltah skeltah and the
Swervin all through your fuckin
And punk motherfuckers down, hah!

Man, niggaz servin me? I thinks not
That's a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop
I took tricks to new jerz to cod
You could be adventureous up against odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And have the scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all
Dogg pound gangstaz, one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top
Up the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the on the table, take a pick
The wrong get your whole chest cavity split
when all the bullshit 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
Waitin for poetical satan, creatin
Runnin through camps walter payton
I'm all about 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 dogg
this motherfucker
Yeah!