Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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

Good Vietnam!
Ha (back up back up back up up back up)
Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the that I live at
Unlike any place I ever at
The home of big gats, deep dish rim caps
Have a mishap, ya wig back
Where you go to get the trim at
on the Jake got the Timb rack
Blue collars carding it
mobbing it, form partnership
Increase armorment, pharmacist
Deep consequence, when you 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 yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come
Out of take the train, plane and bus here
Must be that they really want here
One year as a resident, deeper
Shout out "Go Brooklyn!", they it
on they front stoop sipping Guinesses
Using dialect in they sentences
the treeline blocks to the tenements
To the Mom & Pop local menaces
Travel all around the world in distances
And ain't a place that I know that resemblance
That's why we it The
Not a borough or a prov, it's our style uncalm
From "sun" to the ? to the Gardens
"coff guawinas" in they army jacket linings
Yo this goes out to my in Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights and Village
The nighties, and all my "yarda trenny" Village
tenants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties
The cats out in Starite City gettin
To the Hook, to the East, to the
Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and
My Flatbush posse, generals of
it's time to form, just call me
And let this be, playing loud in Long B
If you Bucktown strongly!
it up!

Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it at
Live sway and the balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs they hammer back
It's where you find the news tool crew at
where my fam is at, summertime jam is at
They play Big and get you like a sandal back
Hotter than wax, hustling you can't relax
The crack trying to find where they mama's at
It's off the handle black, wit big scandals that
Turn actions screenplays sold to Miramax
The type of place where they check appearance at
And cats who know all the hot 'lo gear is at
The stomping grounds, where you a pound, smoke is that
Be blazing charm have your wave cap floating back
The doorstep the dispossessed posted at
fiends out at Franklin Ave selling zovarax
You big balling better keep your folded back
Cause once the young guns notice that it's over,
Brooklyn keep on taking it, worldwide we for that
Flossy cats get it snatched the local tax
The I sharpen up my baritone vocals at
Where one of the greatest MC's was a cat