Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown's Assasins

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

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

an everyday thang in the city
Where you gotta 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 the block
Let 'em it as soon as they come out
Unload on their ass, to takin' them out

Throughout the of Long Beach
The streets was infected with drugs, pealers and addicts
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
From coming into our country, but they
The murders have increased than 95 percent and the drug 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 for time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come from my
I been around the Jump street makin' it pop
Young crook keepin' hook, nigga, shakin' the

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

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

I it to ya hard from the streets of life
Where get rewarded to grief for strikes
Don't speak on the creep, mo' fools is
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, nigga check the
G you will see not to sweat my style
I'm 'em out

I come through blastin', me as a Downtown
Mashin', may they rest in peace in they
Shoot 'em in front of Hassans
Should've from the gate, who's the baddest?

In my zone, Don Corleone for the murder of forty men
Ordered to hit and watch him kill and again
From the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 rides
Multiplied by G's, 87.3 in a matter of months

Big and big dollars 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 dope, I don't think so son
While I be by a mark from the enemy park
daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off darts, stab 'em in they hearts

Make an example, what I said, ya end up
Spayed the wall with like hogs for all my lost Doggs
Never 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 by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Beach goin' crazy for drugs