Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

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

Fucking global, fucking in this rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck 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 this wack rap from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides and go for broke?
No ass joke, buck or rakim, long arms like down syms
Snatch up hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

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

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

Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in
em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners and drives
It's time to mash in, it's a ride
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 come through, for you and crew
It's just a man and his music, I afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's
To to this, we in effect 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 heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run shit)
If you don't know you know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

Life money, that's like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no in warfare
Engage, I meet the front page, like cage
And get served, and center stage
I'm breakin through, up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, superior
Hostile, verbal in 3-d
Hittin every galaxy, up d.p.

We in the house, when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in 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 frequently
Oh for dogg and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and
And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad
You want we got some, worse than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, 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 corners yeah trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm while all you jokers be
On bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show after-party hotel like
Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they
I know you be, on my pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any I think that's clonin me

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

Man, these niggaz servin me? I not
That's facin a in a fuckin tanktop
I took 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 scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all
Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, two
Never the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, assassin
I lay the on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity
when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And crumble right 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 walter
I'm all money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you in the garden of snakes

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