Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the whole 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 from there
And make it mo' like blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo two bro

Fucking global, domination in this 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 they show me of love
Doc and tray deee jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on wack rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the from both 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 peace and
But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to these slugs
Peep thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly becomin victims of whorides
You try to my clutches 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 no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single shot to pelvis

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

Who mashes the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the to make a sound?
My style blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, it's a
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these limits
I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay
As I come through, for you and crew
just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect we
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 pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you gotta know you trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run shit)

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

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

At the same time, you can me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin all you jokers be
On some bullshit, you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show after-party like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they
I you be, on my dick 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
Swervin all through your town
And layin motherfuckers down, hah!

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

Yeah, and how we do it
Heltah skeltah and tha dogg
this motherfucker
Yeah!