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, here
And the real from
And make it mo' better like blues
Yaknowhati'msayin? duo times two bro

Fucking global, fucking domination in rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you how me and ruck go
Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the
Or the coast, where they show me tons of love
Doc and tray deee jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap from coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down
Snatch up hoe, fuck 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 release these
Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up 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 done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on other 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 shot to pelvis

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

Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in
Kill em willingly who got the to make a sound?
My style break corners avenues and drives
It's about to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I the steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones
I live the unusual life, so pay attention
As I through, for you and your crew
just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the murderous and ain't afraid to diss

We can't we can't stop we got to do this shit (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 trump tight, we try to run this shit (run shit)

Life money, that's like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no love in
Engage, I meet the page, like nicholas cage
And get served, front and stage
I'm through, throw up your teflon barriers
And get penetrated, superior
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 your mouth
From here to down to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll a nigga praise me
So say oh, you the real shit frequently
Oh for dogg and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z and ruckus
And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad
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 a snake 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 vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm while all you jokers be
On some bullshit, niggaz you at a slower speed
You it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bangin they ovaries
I know you be, on my dick pah but yo I
Smack the shit out of any I think that's clonin me

Now who, wants to be a dope mc
heltah skeltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through fuckin town
And layin punk down, hah!

Man, these servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin
I took tricks to new jerz to cod
You could be adventureous up against odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
Who it be comin through in all blue?
Dogg pound gangstaz, one, number two
Never the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a
The wrong choice'll get whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases, whole frame
And format crumble right before his into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no and no mind
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 makin
You're only worth what you in the garden of snakes

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