Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

What's wrong with these
fuckin' game, tryin'
To get brownie points and
points yeah
(Yeah)

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

What's the subject? Fo' brings niggaz they
Where we reside, I my ass up inside
And smash these brownies off in his
That I done 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
Nigga tried to fuck off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to the porch with my broads on Watoo

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

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

But he done made livin' in my
A lot worse
Tryin' to gain some

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

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get brownie points)
It's steaks and knives, read him his
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 and stripes
Niggaz'll take your
Just to get them points

You niggaz got me stuck,
Watchin' spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we bust what
If he isn't never see mail, that we sell
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it

grindin' but we all ain't played
And all ain't paid, now watch 'em all get
Laid back and 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, a D and watch a bitch split it
If I ain't wit' it, it wasn't enough fuckin' in it
Niggaz try to gain stripe, I mic
Got 'em all caught up in the same shit, call it tight

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

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

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

Mack Jr., ain't nothin' 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' of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils
Mack Jr. got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff
Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. quick to
Mack Jr. be geekin', Jr. be havin' withdrawal

Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella close with the law
I don't know this motherfucker, saw the dude
But Mack Jr., all the time be
My viznideos on the tizznelevision

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 so stop that, baby
Attitude why do gotta cheat
Don't them niggaz know I got enough
To put they whole fuckin' to sleep?

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

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

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