Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

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

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

What's the subject? Fo' brings niggaz Kotex
we reside, I creeps my ass up inside
And these brownies off in his face
That I done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that

Catch him out his place, out of his
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 broke fuckin'
I'm finst ta drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be like I can explode
Talkin' I'll be fuckin' all kind of women

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

But he done made in my house
A whole lot
Tryin' to gain some

nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, over and politickin' with the vice
under 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 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 brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll take your
to get them brownie points

You got me stuck, what?
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 ain't paid, now watch 'em all get
back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it
For you newcomers who thinkin' you done it, I put my in it

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

my name hyped, strivin' to get my name right
When fucked 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

It's nothin' nice, read him his
Collar him and laugh, rollin' 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)
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 brownie points and
For brownie points and
Niggaz'll your life
Just to get them points

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

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

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Jr. be workin' hella close with the law
I don't this motherfucker, never saw the dude
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 E-40, 'Element of Surprise'
One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a of kites
Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for rights

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

It's nothin nice him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the
Crackin' under pressure, bust a
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 brownie points and
For brownie points and
Niggaz'll take your
Just to get brownie points