Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the shit son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo there
get with the real, from here
And the real 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 with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they me tons of love
Doc and tray crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on wack rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the real both sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long like down syms
up your 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 fuck it I'm forced to these slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc miraculous
pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act it can't happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin of whorides
You try to avoid my that's when you die
News fly fast as fuck on how done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on other shit"
Mad cause I music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some
You get dealt with, a shot to your pelvis

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

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

We can't quit we stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)
heltah skeltah and this 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 this shit (run shit)

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

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

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

Now who, wants to be a dope mc
heltah skeltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all your fuckin town
And layin punk down, hah!

Man, these niggaz me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a tanktop
I took tricks to new to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be through in all blue?
Dogg gangstaz, number one, number two
Never the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the cards on the table, take a
The wrong choice'll get your chest cavity split
when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble right before his eyes into
Fake ass assassin no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for poetical satan, creatin
Runnin through like walter payton
I'm all about makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only what you create in the garden of snakes

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