Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown's Assasins

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

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

There's four major games that run the 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 thang in the city
Where you gotta plot chips, jag robberies and do in
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, round the block
Let 'em have it as as they come out
Unload on their ass, commence to them out

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

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

I had no choice or remorse for time for it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they from my town
I been around since the street makin' it pop
Young keepin' 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 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 dared to gang the 2.10
Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my
As as I'm haulin' my heat I'm stallin'

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

Real still get a mob like respect
If you represent ya set, till ya bite the
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 blastin', me as a Downtown Assassin
Mashin', may they rest in peace in caskets
Shoot 'em down in front of
Should've known from the gate, the baddest?

In my zone, Don Corleone wanted for the murder of men
Ordered to hit and watch him kill again and
the U S C, I shift 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
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 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 with graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs
reach until I see the blue sky till I die

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