Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown's Assasins

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

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

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

Murder's an everyday thang in the
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 plot with an Uzi and 10
Buck 'em till they all drop, circle round the
Let 'em it as soon as they come out
Unload on their ass, commence to takin' out

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

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

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

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

Trust, bust, be and I ain't ya curse
'Cos the niggas that I 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 the streets of life
Where get rewarded to grief for strikes
Don't on the creep, mo' fools is listenin'
And war glory ain't worth the riskin'

Real niggas still get a mob respect
If you represent ya set, till ya 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 through blastin', me as a Downtown Assassin
Mashin', may they rest in peace in caskets
'em down in front of Hassans
Should've known from the gate, 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 rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of

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

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

Make an example, I said, ya end up dead
the wall with 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 Beach goin' crazy for drugs