Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville ii Long Beach

Just understand the shit son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo here, there's doodoo over there
Knowhati'msayin? get the real, from here
And the from there
And make it mo' better like blues
dynamic duo times two bro

Fucking global, fucking domination in this rap

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 of love
Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout n drugs
on this wack rap shit from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for
No ass joke, like or rakim, long arms like down syms
Snatch up hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

What's the deal i hope shit is peace and love
But if it ain't it I'm forced to release these slugs
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc miraculous
When up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when would I 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 bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some shit"
Mad I make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like velvet
You get with, a single shot to your pelvis

Now throw hands in the air if you feel this 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 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, it's a
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones
I the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and crew
just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in we dangerous
the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss

We can't quit we can't 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 never trust a (never trust a bitch)
Game trump tight, we try to run this (run this shit)

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

We in the house, even when we
We in the house with dick in bitch mouth
here 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, 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
From hot ones, to legal shotguns, up I'm not done
son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind
To make a hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

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

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

Man, these niggaz servin me? I not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin
I took to new jerz to cape cod
You could be adventureous up against tremendous
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And have the whole surrounded like the vice
Who could it be through in all blue?
Dogg gangstaz, number one, number two
evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, assassin
I lay the on the table, take a pick
The wrong get your whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole
And format crumble before his eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for poetical satan, slaughters
Runnin through camps walter payton
I'm all about money makin, and not mistakes
You're only worth you create in the garden of snakes

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