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 doodoo there
get with the real, from here
And the real there
And make it mo' better blues everywhere
dynamic duo times two bro

Fucking global, fucking domination in this rap

is bon jovi..

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

What's the deal pah? i shit 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 to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when I ever let you slide
Two fly becomin victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches when you die
News fly as fuck on how ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on other shit"
Mad cause I make music no for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like velvet
You get with, a single shot 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 zones
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 to diss

We can't we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and this pound to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never 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 love in
Engage, I meet the page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and center
I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon
And get penetrated, superior
Hostile, apostle in 3-d
every galaxy, throwin up d.p.

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

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

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

Man, these servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a tanktop
I took tricks to new jerz to cod
You could be adventureous up against tremendous
And face a poltergeist, I it to you nice
And have the whole scenery like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all
Dogg gangstaz, number one, number two
evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the cards on the table, take a
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity
That's when all the ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble before his eyes into pieces
ass assassin with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps walter payton
I'm all about money makin, and not makin
You're only what you create in the garden of snakes

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