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' like blues everywhere
Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo two bro

Fucking global, domination in this rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck go
boot camp with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where they show me tons of
Doc and deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on wack rap shit 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 pass it, it don't mean

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 thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the
Act it can't happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz victims of whorides
You try to avoid my that's when you die
fly fast as fuck on how ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on other shit"
Mad cause I make 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 pelvis

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

Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in
Kill em willingly who got the right to a sound?
My style break blocks 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 these niggaz don't pass these zones limits
I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay
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 to this, we in effect we dangerous
the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

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

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

We in the house, when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in your bitch
From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga me
So say oh, you love the shit frequently
Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z and ruckus
And kurupt we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns
hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold 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 yeah trees
these, niggaz 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 slower
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 shit out of any I think that's clonin me

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

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

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