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
Knowhati'msayin? get the real, from here
And the real from
And make it mo' better blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? duo times two bro

Fucking global, fucking domination in rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot camp with by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they show me of love
Doc and deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to
Why not the real from both sides and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms 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 most
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when would I let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin of whorides
You try to avoid my that's when you die
News fly fast as fuck on how done bruised guys
Cornball screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I music no longer for the love of it
is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single to your pelvis

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

Who mashes the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a
My break blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I the steel
Steadily givin these don't pass these zones limits
I live the cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and 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 to this, we in effect we dangerous
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)
Cause heltah skeltah and pound bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
Game trump tight, we try to run this (run this shit)

Life without money, that's like breathing no air
Prepare, there's no in warfare
Engage, I the front page, like nicholas cage
And get served, and center stage
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, when we outdoors
We in the with dick in your bitch mouth
From here to down to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the I spit'll 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 and ruckus
And what? 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
Oowops son, and mad 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 smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz don't the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin all you jokers be
On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a speed
You know it's the, show hotel like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bangin they ovaries
I you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally
Smack the out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

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

Man, these niggaz me? I thinks not
facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop
I took tricks to new to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against odds
And face a poltergeist, I it to you nice
And have the whole surrounded like the vice
Who could it be through in all blue?
pound gangstaz, number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top
Up against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the cards on the table, a pick
The wrong choice'll get whole chest cavity split
when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
for poetical satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps like payton
I'm all about money makin, and not mistakes
You're only what you create in the garden of snakes

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