Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

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

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

What's the subject? Fo' brings they Kotex
we reside, I creeps my ass up inside
And smash these off in his face
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
Nigga tried to mines off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the with my broads on Watoo

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

That's B R P, blade, run or
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 made in my house
A whole lot
Tryin' to some stripes

It's nothin' nice, read him his
him and laugh, rollin over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, bust a
Snake is crooked dice

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

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

You niggaz got me stuck,
y'all spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we bust what
If he never see mail, 'cause that we sell
by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail

Motherfuckers but we all ain't played
And all ain't paid, now 'em all get sprayed
Laid back and watch him 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 a bitch split it
If I ain't it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it
try to gain 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 it's fucked up, I'm the one you can right
Hatin' on my niggaz I did the shit
Yo, we the shit, represent this ass bitch

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

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

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

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

Mack Jr. be takin' whiffles of that and shovin' it up his nostrils
Mack Jr. 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', Mack Jr. be workin' 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

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

That ain't fair so that, baby
Attitude why do niggaz cheat
Don't them niggaz know I got fetti
To put whole fuckin' family to sleep?

nothin nice read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' pressure, bust a pipe
eyes is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get 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 and stripes
For brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll take life
Just to get them brownie