Luyện nghe bài hát Brownsville

[Incomprehensible], mother M.O.P. way
fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. way
Mother M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P

the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get down, body counts only risin'
Them streets look full to ya, look poor to ya
Them niggas'll ya

For your goose Nautica, you got
Stash 'em, son, 'cause there's a thousand niggas
And we all got
And you know what that

Niggas be open like they smokin'
to do a quick stick, move and swift
With your [Incomprehensible] on your hip, ready to
Whenever you your grip, dip

And get the up out of Dodge
That's if you know, what's up,
Niggas is Mandela time
Plus the is corrupted

But then you got them clockers down at
That was drug since the 70's, word
It's skeptic
Livin' these ways unprotected

day is a jam
So expect the unexpected, time
1-718, Brownsville,
The housin' property be token

So we're
Be pressure, gettin' blackmailed
Villains their dealings
killings of crack sales

The theme of murder, nobody's kiddin'
These fools are forbidden, automatics be spittin'
And and profound, you get lumped up
Soon as you jump up or get gunned down in

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,

Young punks got guns, now that's a damn
Everybody they represent and do they thing
[Incomprehensible] in cases, hard to believe
The firin' squad'll throw your whole borough under

twin chrome and farmers
Nigga, it's Billy
And when I'm clutchin' my hands
Them won't jam

So my man, if your seekin' an to your grave
It's the land of the Lord'
And the of the fuckin' brave
It's hard to trust us 'cause mad ruckus

We toe tax with mufflers for small hustlers
It's blue steel under my sweater
To calm down whoever, Duke, I move
I keep it steppin' hops when shit be gettin' hot

I step and bop while I with my weapon cocked
The hill that's real, we kill at
Clack-clack, clack-clack,
Mad guns in your in the 'Ville

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,

Brownsville, yeah, killings here bring retaliation
No cryin', see dying's an thing, swing
25 down by my battlegrounds
I'll move in with 8 thugs love bustin' rounds

You know the
In my your heater be ready to blaze
cash in your stash in case you gotta be Swayze
For twistin' a nigga cap

that work of M.O.P., who we be? Firing squad of 11233
Clack-clack, whole in your back
That's thug style, turnin' a section of Brooklyn
the O.K. Corral

Now, news flash, lead, one grazed Ted
Two paralyzed, three
Gunmen fled the
With heavy machinery

Niggas ain't got nothing to
And yo it seems to be nigga
Kill or be killed in the 'Ville,
All up and down Mother Gaston, blastin' steel

Blow your stacks and in A.C.'s with rims
We be livin' good with a Mac and black
Keep this in mind and they not find you in the river
the next guy that fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga

Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,
Brownsville,