Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown's Assasins

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

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

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

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

So we plan a plot an Uzi and 10 shot
Buck 'em 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 of Long Beach
The streets was with drugs, dope pealers and addicts
Gangs have taken 75 percent of our town as the young
Youth is outrageous with crime
They feel no what so ever, as the law enforcements

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

I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin' it
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if come from my town
I been around since the street makin' it pop
Young crook keepin' hook, nigga, shakin' the

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

Trust, bust, be and I ain't ya curse
'Cos the that I dared to gang 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 get rewarded to grief for strikes
speak on the creep, mo' fools is listenin'
And war story glory ain't the riskin'

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

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

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

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

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

Make an example, I said, ya end up dead
Spayed the wall with like hogs 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 when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach goin' for drugs