Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the whole shit son, y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo there
get with the real, from here
And the real from
And make it mo' better like blues
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, where they show me of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to
Why not the real from sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, arms like down syms
Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it mean na-thing

What's the deal pah? i shit is peace and love
But if it fuck it I'm forced to release these slugs
these 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 I ever 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 ruckus done 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 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 bump everywhere because it's this year
From the city of beach to my home brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for

Who mashes the craziest niggaz in town?
em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners avenues and
about time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't these zones limits
I live the unusual life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your
It's just a man and his music, I ain't to use
I you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and afraid to diss

We quit we can't stop 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 you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

Life without money, that's breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no love in
Engage, I meet the page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and center
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 mouth
From to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a 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 dillinger and
And kurupt we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not
son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind
To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you 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 kickin all you jokers be
On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a speed
You know it's the, after-party hotel like jodeci
Make me the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
I you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally
Smack the out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

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

Man, these servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin
I took tricks to new jerz to cod
You could be adventureous up against odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And have the whole surrounded 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, assassin
I lay the on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this frame
And format right before his eyes into pieces
ass assassin with no heart 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 mistakes
You're only worth what you in the garden of snakes

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