Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the whole son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over
Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from
And the real there
And it mo' better like 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 camp smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, they show me tons of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit coast to coast
Why not the real from sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms down syms
Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it 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 release these
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most
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 niggaz becomin of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches when you die
News fly fast as fuck on how done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some shit"
Mad I make music no longer for the love of it
is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single shot to your

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

Who with the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em who got the right to make a sound?
My style break corners avenues and drives
It's time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I the steel
Steadily givin these don't pass these zones limits
I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay
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 it's useless
To step to this, we in we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't to diss

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

Life without money, like breathing with no air
Prepare, no love in warfare
Engage, I the front page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and stage
I'm through, throw up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, superior
Hostile, verbal in 3-d
every 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 to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So say oh, you the real shit frequently
Oh for dogg and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the dillinger and ruckus
And kurupt we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not
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 yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you be
On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a speed
You know it's the, show after-party hotel jodeci
me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
I you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally
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
all through your fuckin town
And punk motherfuckers down, hah!

Man, these niggaz servin me? I not
That's facin a in a fuckin tanktop
I tricks to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And have the whole scenery surrounded the vice
Who it be comin through in all blue?
Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, two
evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the cards on the table, a pick
The choice'll get your whole chest cavity split
That's when all the ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for poetical satan, slaughters
through camps like 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 and tha dogg pound
Runnin this
Yeah!