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 over
get with the real, from here
And the real from
And it mo' better like blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo two bro

Fucking global, fucking domination in rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and go
boot camp with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they me tons of love
Doc and tray crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to
Why not the from both sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like 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 i hope shit is peace and love
But if it fuck it I'm forced to release these slugs
Peep thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and the shit
Act like it happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin victims of
You try to my clutches that's when you die
News fly fast as fuck on how ruckus bruised guys
niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like velvet
You get dealt with, a single to your pelvis

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

Who mashes with the niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to a sound?
My style break blocks corners avenues and
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 these limits
I the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your
just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean useless
To step to this, we in effect we
Contain the mental murderous and afraid to diss

We can't we can't stop 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)
Game tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

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

We in the house, when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in bitch mouth
From to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I 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 d-a-z dillinger and
And kurupt we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You want we got some, worse than that we got guns
hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot
To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you me?

At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin
these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin all you jokers be
On bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, show hotel like jodeci
Make me the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any nigga I think that's me

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

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