Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

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

Fucking global, domination in this rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot camp smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they show me tons of
Doc and tray deee jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit from to coast
Why not the real from both lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long like down syms
Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean

What's the deal pah? i hope shit is and love
But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to these slugs
these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches that's you die
News fly fast as on how ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I music 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 your

Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this
Shit'll bump because it's real 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 and drives
about time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the
givin these niggaz don't pass these 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 mean it's
To step to this, we in effect we
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to

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

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

We in the house, even when we
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 make a nigga praise me
So say oh, you love the shit frequently
Oh for p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the dillinger and ruckus
And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad
You want lumps? we got some, than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot
To a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

At the same time, you can catch me on corners smokin trees
Hopin these, 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 it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bitches they ovaries
I know you be, on my pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any nigga I think clonin me

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

Man, these servin me? I thinks not
That's a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop
I tricks to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And have the whole scenery surrounded like the
Who could it be comin through in all
Dogg pound gangstaz, one, number two
Never the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the cards on the table, a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest split
That's when all the ceases, this whole frame
And format right before 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 like 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
Runnin this
Yeah!