Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown Assassins

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

Bodyguards and hit men some Al Capone shit
Heavy got the cops on my dick
Different locations, spots it takes place
If you show them my money, your ass is gettin'

There's four games that run the city 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 everyday thang in the
Where you gotta chips, jag robberies and do in it's
Tanadian Nay, the charge of the
Hit from veranda's and do a unexpected

So we plan a plot an Uzi and 10 shot
Buck 'em they all drop, circle round the block
Let 'em have it as soon as they out
on their ass, commence to takin' them out

Throughout the of Long Beach
The streets was infected with drugs, dope and addicts
Gangs have taken over 75 percent of our town as the
Youth 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 and the drug amount
Of which they make is more than 700 million
Now by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion

I had no choice or remorse for time for puttin' it
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they from my town
I been since the Jump street makin' it pop
crook keepin' hook, nigga, shakin' the spot

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

Trust, bust, be aware and I ain't ya
'Cos the niggas I dared to gang the first 2.10
Think I might be deceased 'fore I my calling
As long as I'm haulin' my I'm stallin'

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

niggas still get a mob like respect
If you represent ya set, till ya the deck
Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga check the
Under G you will see not to sweat my
I'm 'em out

I come blastin', me as a Downtown Assassin
Mashin', may they rest in peace in they
Shoot 'em down in front of
Should've known from the gate, the baddest?

In my zone, Don Corleone for the murder of forty men
Ordered to hit and him kill again and again
the U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane 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
Toast 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 gunned by a mark from the enemy
From daylight to reach and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off like darts, 'em in they hearts

Make an example, what I said, ya end up
Spayed the wall graffiti like hogs for all my lost Doggs
Never reach until I see the blue sky I die

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