Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

What's wrong these niggaz?
This game, tryin'
To get points and stripes
points yeah
(Yeah)

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

What's the subject? Fo' niggaz they Kotex
Where we reside, I 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
Nigga tried to fuck off
(What'd he do?)
to gauge the porch with my broads on Watoo

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

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

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

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

(Goin' all up, out your way to get them brownie points)
It's and knives, 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 points and
take your life
Just to get brownie 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 isn't never see mail, 'cause we sell
by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail

Motherfuckers grindin' but we all played
And all paid, now watch 'em all get sprayed
Laid and watch him misprint it, we been spit it
For you newcomers who thinkin' you it, I put my fist in it

Let yo' get it, serve a D and watch 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 shit, call it game tight

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

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

(Goin' all up, out your way to get them brownie points)
It's steaks and knives, him his rights
So called best 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
take your life
Just to get them points

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

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

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

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

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

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

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