Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

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

Fucking global, fucking in this rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where show me tons of love
Doc and tray crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the real from both lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, 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 ain't fuck it I'm to release these slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the
Act like it can't happen would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz victims 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 some shit"
Mad I make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft some 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 year
From the city of beach to my home brownsville
real recognize real everytime for real

Who mashes the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a
My style break corners avenues and drives
It's 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 pass these zones
I live the unusual life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your
It's 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 murderous and ain't afraid to diss

We can't quit we stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run 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 (run this shit)

Life without money, that's breathing with no air
Prepare, no love in warfare
Engage, I meet the front page, like cage
And get served, front and center
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 in your bitch mouth
From here to down south to the westside, my vocals drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll a nigga praise me
So say oh, you love the shit frequently
Oh for dogg and b-c-c
Me, j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus
And what? 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 9's, the red dot kind
To make a hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

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

Man, these niggaz servin me? I not
That's facin a in a fuckin tanktop
I tricks to new jerz to cape cod
You could be up against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I it to you nice
And have the whole surrounded like the vice
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, assassin
I lay the on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your whole cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, whole frame
And format crumble right before his into pieces
Fake ass assassin no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for poetical satan, slaughters
Runnin through camps like walter
I'm all about money makin, and not mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the of snakes

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