Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown Assassins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had no choice or remorse for time for it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my
I been around since the Jump makin' it pop
Young keepin' hook, nigga, shakin' the spot

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

Trust, bust, be aware and I ya curse
'Cos the that I dared to gang the first 2.10
Think I might be deceased 'fore I my calling
As long as I'm haulin' my I'm stallin'

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

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

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

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

Big business and big is all that I want
I blaze up to celebrate, new empire to
Toast we all die, till we burst and break
knives 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 they

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

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