Luyện nghe bài hát Brownie Points

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he done made in my house
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, bust a
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 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
Niggaz'll take your
Just to get brownie points

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

grindin' but we all ain't played
And all paid, now watch 'em all get sprayed
Laid back and watch him misprint it, we 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 it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it
Niggaz try to stripe, I flame mic
Got 'em all caught up in the shit, call it game tight

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

It's nothin' nice, read him his
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 friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a
And try to put yo' ass on ice

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

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 whole

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

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

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

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

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