Luyện nghe bài hát A Ha

Hey hey, ha ha say say what
Ha ha it yo
Sometimes I feel I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my friend
Is the city I live in, is Brooklyn
as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
Cuz the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the where I stay
The
in the world and all USA
It's the
L-Y-N is the where I stay
The
Place where I rest is on my day
Bust it, sometimes I sit and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought
I think about the time past and the to come
Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was and young
I to try and come, to the neighborhood function
Throw on my Izod, say a little
When I was just a youngin, the days of thuggin
How me and Charlie (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin
Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my
I must proceed at God's speed to my deed
Livin the now and time, round the nine to five
For as as I'm alive, paw I got to strive
I ain't roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out for my fam doin all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to
Nickname Bucktown cuz we to outburst
Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch
Walk the streets a sweet and get beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back
Bring the marty to face wit no place to run back
I'm from the slums created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya James and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash jums at
Draw guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the
by the judge many years ago
Three strong and here we go

MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM!!!
Ha (back up back up back up back up back up) in background]
Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place I live at
Unlike any place I ever at
The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim
Have a mishap, push ya wig
you go to get the fresh trim at
Four on the jake got the rack
Blue collars metro it
Thugs it, form partnership
Increase armorment, street
Deep consequence, you seek sleek ornaments
You get caught, rode the horse and can't get off
Big that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta off
It's real yo but still yo, it's here
And felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus
Must be something that they really want
One year as a resident, sentiment
Shoutout "Go Brooklyn!", representin it
Sittin on they stoop sippin Guinesses
Usin native in they sentences
the treeline blocks to the tenaments
To the Mom & Pop shop menaces
Travel all around the world in distances
And ain't a that I know that bear resemblance
why we it The Planet
Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's
From to the ? to the Lafayette Gardens
White ?coff guawinas? in army jacket linings
Yo this out to my cats in Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv
The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's
Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the
The cats out in Starite gettin busy
To the Hook, to the East, to the
and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy
My Flatbush posse, generals of
When it's time to form, call me
And let this song be, playin loud in B
If you Bucktown STRONGLY!
IT UP!

Brooklyn my habitat, the place it happen at
Live sway and the sharp of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they back
It's where you find the tool crew cameras at
where my fam is at, summertime jame is at
They Big and get you open like a sandal back
than candle wax, hustlin you can't relax
The babies tryin to find where they mama's at
off the handle black, wit big police scandals that
Turn into screenplays sold to Miramax
The type of place where they your appearance at
And cats who know all the hot 'lo gear is at
The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is
Be charm that have your wave cap floatin back
The doorstep the disposessed posted at
fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin zovarax
You big ballin keep your money folded back
Cuz once the young guns notice that it's over,
Brooklyn keep on takin it, we known for that
Flossy cats get it snatched the local tax
The place I up my baritone vocals at
Where one of the MC's was a local cat