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 business, racketeerin'
Smugglin', doin' things from handin' a gun, is what they

Bodyguards and hit men like some Al shit
Heavy 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 that run the city of G's
The violators, the Gambinos and the and me
The violators and Gambinos they run
Me and my cousin Corleone we run

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

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

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

tried to stop the trafficking of drugs
From coming our country, but they can't
The murders have increased more 95 percent and the drug amount
Of which they make is more than 700 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 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 help yourself 'cos there's no
Since the city Beach is only G's and hoes
You hold on ya heat but fiendish foes

Trust, bust, be and I ain't ya curse
'Cos the niggas that I dared to 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 glory ain't worth the riskin'

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

I come through blastin', me as a Assassin
Mashin', may they in peace in they caskets
Shoot 'em down in of Hassans
Should've known from the gate, the baddest?

In my zone, Don Corleone wanted for the of forty men
Ordered to hit and watch him 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 blaze up to celebrate, new to make
till we all die, till we burst and break
From knives to guns, the rich to the slums

We ran outta dope, I don't so son
While I be gunned by a mark from the park
From daylight to reach and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off like darts, stab 'em in hearts

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

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