Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

wrong with these niggaz?
This fuckin' game,
To get points and stripes
Smack points
(Yeah)

You got somethin' for 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
I done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste?

Catch him out his place, out of his
With his and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
Nigga tried to fuck off
(What'd he do?)
Tried to gauge the porch my broads on Watoo

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

That's B R P, blade, run or
Once upon a time there was guy named Dane
to fuck my bitch, but he kris krossed game
I owe this motherfucker in the first

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

It's nothin' nice, 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 to get them brownie points)
steaks 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 points and stripes
take your life
Just to get them points

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

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

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

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

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

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
It's and knives, read him his rights
So called friend'll stab 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 your life
to get them brownie points

Young Mack Jr., ain't nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. think he
Jr. be havin' problems with his stomach
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
Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call bluff
Jr. to be played, Jr. quick to bust
Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin' withdrawal

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

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

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

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

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