Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown Assassins

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

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

There's four games that run the city of G's
The violators, the Gambinos and the and me
The violators and they run uptown
Me and my Corleone we run downtown

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

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

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

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

I had no or remorse for time 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 keepin' hook, nigga, the spot

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

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

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

Real still get a mob like respect
If you represent ya set, ya bite the deck
Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga check the
Under G you will see not to my style
I'm 'em out

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

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

Big business and big dollars is all that I
I up to celebrate, new empire to make
Toast till we all die, till we burst and
From knives to guns, the rich to the slums

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

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

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