Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown Assassins

Yeah, vision 88 kilos of smack-dead in your face
The value of that is what you dream to make
Run an illegal business,
Smugglin', things from handin' a gun, is what they fearin'

Bodyguards and hit men some Al Capone shit
Heavy got the cops on my dick
Different locations, spots where it place
If you them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laid

There's four major games run the city of G's
The violators, the and the Corleones and me
The violators and Gambinos run uptown
Me and my cousin we run downtown

Murder's an everyday thang in the
Where you gotta plot chips, jag and do in it's
Nay, the charge of the weapons
Hit veranda's and do a thing unexpected

So we plan a with an Uzi and 10 shot
Buck 'em till they all drop, round the block
Let 'em have it as soon as they out
on their ass, commence to takin' them out

Throughout the of Long Beach
The was infected with drugs, dope pealers and addicts
Gangs taken over 75 percent of our town as the young
Youth behavior is outrageous with
They feel no remorse what so ever, as the law

Have tried to the trafficking of drugs
coming into our country, but they can't
The murders have increased more than 95 percent and the drug
Of which they make is more 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax

I had no choice or remorse for for puttin' it down
Niggas know the is stupid if they come from my town
I been around since the Jump street it pop
Young crook hook, nigga, shakin' the spot

Had to be a not to get ran out
for help, you help yourself 'cos there's no handout
Since the city Long Beach is G's and hoes
You hold on ya heat but fiendish foes

Trust, bust, be and I ain't ya curse
'Cos the niggas that I dared to the first 2.10
I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling
As as I'm haulin' my heat I'm stallin'

I bring it to ya hard from the streets of
Where niggas get to grief for strikes
Don't speak on the creep, mo' fools is
And war story glory ain't the riskin'

Real niggas still get a mob respect
If you ya set, till ya bite the deck
Who I be? I'm the Dee, check the file
Under G you see not to sweat my style
I'm 'em out

I through blastin', me as a Downtown Assassin
Mashin', may they rest in in they caskets
Shoot 'em in front of Hassans
Should've known the gate, who's the baddest?

In my zone, Don Corleone for the murder of forty men
Ordered to hit and watch him again and again
From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 in a matter of months

Big business and big dollars is all I want
I blaze up to celebrate, new to make
Toast till we all die, we burst and break
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums

We ran outta dope, I think so son
While I be gunned by a mark from the park
From daylight to dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in hearts

Make an example, what I said, ya end up
Spayed the wall with like hogs for all my lost Doggs
Never reach until I see the blue sky I die

All I want is to be left alone
Me myself, me my dope, me and my
Got paid by and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach crazy for drugs