Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

What's wrong these niggaz?
This fuckin' game,
To get points and stripes
Smack yeah
(Yeah)

You got somethin' for old niggaz, doe
What we got fo' 'em big
Yeah, yeah,

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

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

Dude, you done broke code
I'm finst ta dump clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be like I can explode
about I'll be fuckin' all kind of women

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

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

It's nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and with the vice
Crackin' pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is dice

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

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

You got me stuck, what?
Watchin' y'all spit it and get it up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we gon' bust
If he isn't see mail, 'cause that we sell
by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail

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

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

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

nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the
Crackin' under pressure, a pipe
Snake eyes is dice

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

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

Young Mack Jr., ain't nothin' but 14, Jr. think he tough
Mack Jr. be problems with his stomach
Throwin' up that green stuff, Mack Jr. done tried
(In the bay)
The Taco

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

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Jr. be workin' hella close with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, saw the dude
But Mack Jr., all the time be
My on the tizznelevision tube

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

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

nothin nice read 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 your way just to get them points)
It's and knives read him his rights
So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

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