Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown's Assasins

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

Bodyguards and hit men like some Al shit
artillery got the cops on my dick
Different locations, spots where it takes
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 and Gambinos they run uptown
Me and my cousin Corleone we run

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

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

Throughout the of Long 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 crime
They no remorse what so ever, as the law enforcements

Have to stop the trafficking of drugs
coming into our country, but they can't
The murders have increased more than 95 percent and the amount
Of which they make is more than 700 million
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 come my town
I been around the Jump street makin' it pop
Young keepin' hook, nigga, shakin' the spot

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

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

I bring it to ya hard the streets of life
Where get rewarded to grief for strikes
Don't speak on the creep, mo' is listenin'
And war story glory ain't worth the

Real niggas still get a mob like
If you represent ya set, till ya 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 peace in caskets
Shoot 'em in front of Hassans
Should've known from the gate, who's the

In my zone, Don wanted for the murder of forty men
Ordered to hit and watch him again and again
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 blaze up to celebrate, new empire to
Toast we all die, till we burst and break
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 dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in they

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

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