Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown Assassins

Yeah, vision 88 kilos of cocaine in your face
The street 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 like Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the on my dick
Different locations, spots where it takes
If you show them my money, your ass is F-laid

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

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

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

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

Have tried to the trafficking of drugs
From coming into our country, but they
The have increased more than 95 percent and the drug amount
Of which they make is more than 700 dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will them of tax evasion

I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin' it
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they 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 help yourself there's no handout
Since the city Long Beach is G's and hoes
You hold on ya heat but them fiendish

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

I bring it to ya hard from the of life
niggas get rewarded to grief for strikes
Don't speak on the creep, mo' fools is
And war story glory worth 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, nigga the file
Under G you will see not to my style
I'm 'em out

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

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

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

We ran dope, I don't think so son
While I be gunned by a mark the enemy park
daylight to reach 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 graffiti like hogs for all my lost
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 by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long goin' crazy for drugs