Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

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

What's the deal i hope shit is peace and love
But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most
pumped 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 victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches when you die
News fly fast as fuck on how ruckus bruised guys
Cornball screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer for the of it
What is this? 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
Shit'll everywhere because it's real this year
From the city of long beach to my brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for

Who mashes the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a
My break blocks corners 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 niggaz don't pass zones limits
I the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I through, for you and your crew
just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I it's useless
To to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental and ain't afraid to diss

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

Life without money, that's like with no air
Prepare, there's no in warfare
Engage, I meet the page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and stage
I'm breakin through, throw up your barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic
Hostile, verbal in 3-d
Hittin 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 make a 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 and ruckus
And what? we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than we got guns
hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad 9's, the red dot kind
To make a snake hit the bricks stopsigns, you feel me?

At the time, you can catch me on corners 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, you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show hotel like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they
I know you be, on my pah but yo I totally
the shit out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

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

Man, niggaz servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a tanktop
I took to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I it to you nice
And the whole 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 against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your chest cavity split
That's all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble right his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
for poetical satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps walter payton
I'm all about money makin, and not makin
You're only worth what you create in the of snakes

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