Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

What's wrong these niggaz?
This fuckin' game,
To get brownie points and
points 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 brownies off in his face
That I shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste?

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 fuckin' code
I'm finst ta dump clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be I can motherfuckin' explode
Talkin' about I'll be fuckin' all kind of

B R P, blade, run or pimpin'
Once a time there was this guy named Dane
Tried to fuck my bitch, but he krossed game
I don't owe motherfucker in the first

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Goin' all up, out your way to get them brownie points)
steaks and knives, read 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 points and stripes
For brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll take life
Just to get them brownie

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

Mack Jr. be takin' whiffles of Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils
Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff
Jr. to be played, Jr. quick to bust
Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin' withdrawal

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

know not that he'll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized
Talkin about, when you see nigga 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' life for braggin

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

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

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and 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 points and stripes
For brownie and stripes
take your life
Just to get them brownie