Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

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

Fucking global, fucking domination in this rap

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck go
Worldwide camp with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they me tons of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, arms like down syms
Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or 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 forced to release these
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the
Act like it can't when would 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 bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer for the of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is like some velvet
You get dealt with, a shot to your pelvis

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

Who mashes with the craziest in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a
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 the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I through, for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music, I ain't to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's
To step to this, we in we dangerous
Contain the murderous and ain't afraid to diss

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

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

We in the house, even when we
We in the house with dick in bitch mouth
From here to south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the I spit'll make 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 dillinger and
And what? we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? we got some, than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not
son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind
To a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

At the same time, you can me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you be
On some bullshit, you movin at a slower speed
You it's the, show after-party 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 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 punk down, hah!

Man, niggaz 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 it to you nice
And have the whole surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin in all blue?
Dogg pound gangstaz, one, number two
Never the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, assassin
I lay the cards on the table, a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole cavity split
when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble right before his eyes pieces
Fake ass assassin with no and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through like walter payton
I'm all about makin, and not makin mistakes
You're worth what you create in the garden of snakes

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