Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown's Assasins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had no choice or remorse for for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my
I been since the Jump street makin' it pop
Young crook hook, nigga, shakin' 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 Beach is G's and hoes
You hold on ya heat but them foes

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

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

niggas still get a mob like respect
If you represent ya set, 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 come through blastin', me as a Downtown
Mashin', may they rest in peace in caskets
Shoot 'em down in front of
Should've from 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 shift ki's, a 120 rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a of months

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

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 clucks
From when I pick 'em off darts, stab 'em in they hearts

an example, what I said, ya end up dead
Spayed the wall with graffiti like hogs for all my lost
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 crazy for drugs