Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

What's wrong with these
This fuckin' game,
To get brownie and stripes
points 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You got me stuck, what?
Watchin' spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we bust what
If he isn't see mail, 'cause that 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
Laid back and him misprint it, we been spit it
For you who thinkin' 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 wit' it, it wasn't 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 hyped, strivin' to get my name right
it's fucked up, I'm the one you can blame right
Hatin' on my niggaz when I did the
Yo, we the shit, represent this Hogg ass

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

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

Young Jr., ain't nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough
Mack Jr. be problems with his stomach
Throwin' up that green stuff, Mack Jr. done 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. quick to
Mack Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin'

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be 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 that blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized
Talkin about, when you see that E-40, 'Element of Surprise'
One of my overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
Told me to be careful cause niggaz'll yo' life for braggin rights

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

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

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