Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown's Assasins

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

Bodyguards and hit men like Al Capone shit
artillery got the cops on my dick
Different locations, spots where it place
If you show my money, your 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 violators and they run uptown
Me and my Corleone we run downtown

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

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

the streets of Long Beach
The streets was infected with drugs, pealers and addicts
Gangs have taken over 75 percent of our 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 coming into our country, but they
The have increased more than 95 percent and the drug amount
Of they make is more than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will them of tax evasion

I had no choice or for time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they from my town
I around since the Jump street makin' it pop
Young crook 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 Long Beach is only G's and
You hold on ya heat but fiendish foes

Trust, bust, be aware and I ain't ya
the niggas that I dared to gang the first 2.10
Think I might be 'fore I reach my calling
As as I'm haulin' my heat I'm stallin'

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

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

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

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 ki's, a 120 plane rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a of months

Big business and big is all that I want
I up to celebrate, new empire to make
Toast till we all die, till we burst and
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 from the park
daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I 'em off like 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 Doggs
Never reach 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 and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for