Luyện nghe bài hát Downtown Assassins

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

Bodyguards and hit men like some Al shit
Heavy artillery got the on my dick
Different locations, spots where it takes
If you show my money, your ass is gettin' F-laid

four major games that run the city of G's
The violators, the Gambinos and the and me
The violators and they run uptown
Me and my cousin Corleone we run

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 and do a thing unexpected

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

Throughout the streets of Long
The was infected with drugs, dope pealers and addicts
Gangs have taken over 75 percent of our town as the
Youth is outrageous with crime
feel no remorse what so ever, as the law enforcements

Have tried to the trafficking of drugs
From coming 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 dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict of tax evasion

I had no choice or for time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is stupid if they come my town
I been around the Jump street makin' it pop
Young crook hook, nigga, shakin' the spot

Had to be a not to get ran out
Look for help, you help yourself there's no handout
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 that I dared to gang the 2.10
Think I be deceased 'fore I reach my calling
As long as I'm haulin' my I'm stallin'

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

Real 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 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 down in of Hassans
Should've from the gate, who's the baddest?

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

Big business and big dollars is all I want
I blaze up to celebrate, new to make
Toast we all die, till we burst and break
From knives to guns, from the to the slums

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

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

All I ever 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 City of Long goin' crazy for drugs