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 over
get with the real, from here
And the real there
And make it mo' better like 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 show me of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit 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, her or pass 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 these slugs
these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up punk and the shit
Act like it happen when 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 on how ruckus done bruised guys
niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad I make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is like some velvet
You get dealt with, a shot to your pelvis

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

Who with the craziest niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a
My style break blocks corners 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 the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and your
It's just a man and his music, I afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean useless
To step to this, we in effect we
the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

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

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

We in the house, even when we
We in the house with 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 real shit
Oh for p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c
Me, j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus
And kurupt we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than 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 snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you me?

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

Now who, wants to be a real mc
Like heltah 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 took tricks to new to cape cod
You be adventureous up against tremendous odds
And a poltergeist, I bring it to you nice
And have the scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all
pound gangstaz, number one, number two
Never 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 chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this frame
And format right before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
for poetical satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps walter payton
I'm all about makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you in the garden of snakes

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