Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the whole shit son, y'know
It's too doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there
get with the real, from here
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
Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the
Or the west coast, they show me tons of love
Doc and tray crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap from coast to coast
Why not the from both sides lick and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down
Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't na-thing

What's the deal pah? i hope shit is 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 up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin victims of
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 cause I music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like velvet
You get dealt with, a shot to your pelvis

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

Who mashes with the niggaz in town?
Kill em who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners and drives
It's about to mash in, it's a ride
you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz pass these zones limits
I the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your
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 we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't to diss

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

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

We in the house, even we outdoors
We in the with dick in your bitch mouth
here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I make a nigga praise me
So say oh, you love the real frequently
Oh for dogg and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the dillinger and ruckus
And what? we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You lumps? we got some, worse 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 make a snake hit the like stopsigns, you feel me?

At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah 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 like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bitches they ovaries
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 dope mc
Like skeltah and the d-p-g
all through your fuckin town
And layin punk down, hah!

Man, these servin 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 tremendous
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And have the whole scenery surrounded the vice
Who could it be comin in all blue?
Dogg pound gangstaz, 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 choice'll get your whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole
And crumble right before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass with 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 makin
You're only worth what you create in the garden of

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