Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the whole shit son, y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, doodoo over 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 this rap

is bon jovi..

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

What's the deal i hope 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 it can't happen when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches that's you die
fly fast as fuck on how ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer for the of it
What is y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get dealt with, a single to your pelvis

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

Who mashes with the niggaz in town?
em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners avenues and
It's time 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
It's just a man and his music, I afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean useless
To to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to

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

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

We in the house, even we outdoors
We in the house dick in your bitch mouth
From to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a praise me
So say oh, you love the real shit
Oh for p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and
And kurupt what? we fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? we got some, worse than 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 bricks like stopsigns, you me?

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

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

Man, these niggaz servin me? I not
That's a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop
I took to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against odds
And face a poltergeist, I it to you nice
And have the whole scenery surrounded 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, take a
The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity
when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for satan, creatin slaughters
through camps like walter payton
I'm all money makin, and not makin mistakes
You're worth what you create in the garden of snakes

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