Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

Seven, oh,
Yeah, Charlie
Playa,
wrong with these old niggaz, man?
D-day, wrong with these niggaz?

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

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

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

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

Dude, you done broke fuckin'
I'm ta dump drop 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
upon a time there was this guy named Dane
Tried to my bitch, but he kris krossed game
I owe this motherfucker in the first

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

It's nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin' with the
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, 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 points and
For brownie points and
take your life
Just to get them brownie

You niggaz got me stuck,
Watchin' y'all spit it and get it up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we gon' what
If he isn't never see mail, 'cause that we
by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail

Motherfuckers grindin' but we all played
And all ain't paid, now 'em all get sprayed
Laid 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, a D and watch a bitch split 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 name hyped, to get my name right
When it's fucked up, I'm the one you can right
Hatin' on my niggaz I did the shit
Yo, we the shit, represent this ass bitch

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

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

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

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. ain't to be played, Jr. quick to
Mack Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin'

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella with the law
I know this motherfucker, never saw the dude
But Jr., all the time be seein'
My viznideos on the tizznelevision

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

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

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

(Goin' all up, out your way just to get them points)
It's 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 your life
Just to get brownie points