Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

Seven, oh,
Yeah, Charlie
Playa,
wrong with these old niggaz, man?
D-day, what's with these niggaz?

What's with these niggaz?
fuckin' game, tryin'
To get brownie and stripes
Smack points
(Yeah)

You got for these old niggaz, doe
we got fo' 'em big balla?
Yeah, yeah,

What's the subject? Fo' brings they Kotex
we reside, I creeps my ass up inside
And smash these off in his face
I done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste?

Catch him out his place, out of his
With his and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
Nigga tried to mines off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch with my on Watoo

Dude, you broke fuckin' code
I'm ta dump drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be I can motherfuckin' explode
Talkin' about I'll be fuckin' all of women

That's B R P, blade, run or
Once upon a time was this guy named Dane
Tried to fuck my bitch, but he kris game
I owe this motherfucker in the first

But he made livin' in my house
A whole lot
Tryin' to some stripes

It's nothin' nice, read him his
Collar him and laugh, rollin and politickin' with the vice
under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is dice

(Goin' all up, out your way to get them brownie points)
It's and knives, read him his rights
So best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie and stripes
For points and stripes
take your life
Just to get them brownie

You got me stuck, what?
Watchin' spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we bust what
If he isn't never see mail, 'cause we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it

Motherfuckers but we all ain't played
And all paid, now watch 'em all get sprayed
Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been it
For you newcomers who thinkin' you done it, I put my in it

Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch it
If I ain't wit' it, it wasn't enough fuckin' in it
Niggaz try to stripe, I flame mic
Got 'em all caught up in the same shit, call it game

Keep my hyped, strivin' to get my name right
When it's fucked up, I'm the one you can blame
Hatin' on my niggaz I did the shit
Yo, we the shit, represent this Hogg ass

It's nothin' nice, him his rights
Collar him and laugh, over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' pressure, bust a pipe
eyes is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and knives, him his rights
So called best friend'll yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie and stripes
For points and stripes
take your life
Just to get them brownie

Young Mack Jr., nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough
Jr. be havin' problems with his stomach
Throwin' up that green stuff, Mack Jr. tried everything
(In the bay)
The whole

Jr. be takin' whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils
Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I your bluff
Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. to bust
Mack Jr. be geekin', Jr. be havin' withdrawal

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the
But Mack Jr., all the be seein'
My viznideos on the tube

Fool know not he'll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized
Talkin about, when you see that nigga E-40, of Surprise'
One of my fellas about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for rights

That ain't fair so stop that,
Attitude why do gotta cheat
Don't them niggaz know I got enough
To put they whole fuckin' to sleep?

It's nothin read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' pressure, bust a pipe
eyes is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get brownie points)
It's and knives read him his rights
So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie and stripes
For brownie points and
Niggaz'll your life
Just to get them brownie