Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

Hey hey, ha ha say what say
Ha ha it yo
Sometimes I feel like I don't a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only
Is the city I live in, is Brooklyn
as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
Cause the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I
The
Best in the and all USA
the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the where I stay
The
Place I rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just
Watch the world go by and my connect
I think the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was and young
I used to try and come, to the function
Throw on my Izod, say a something
When I was just a younging, the days of thugging
How me and Charlie Chims (hey yo what?) I'm bugging
Fast forward, Nine-Now I team my seed
I must proceed at God's speed to perform my
the now space and time, round the nine to five
For as long as I'm alive, paw I got to
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 to outskirts
Bucktown cause we grown to outburst
Philosophy us, touch mines I touch back
Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we back
Bring the marty to your face wit no to run back
I'm from the that created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump
What you want, Jack? Young cats they jums at
Draw guns 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 years ago
Three billion strong and we go

morning Vietnam!
Ha (back up back up back up back up up)
Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the that I live at
Unlike any place I ever at
The of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps
Have a mishap, ya wig back
you go to get the fresh trim at
Four on the Jake got the Timb
collars metro carding it
Thugs it, form partnership
armorment, street pharmacist
Deep consequence, when you seek sleek
You get caught, rode the white horse and get off
Big dogs trick off just get sent off
They stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's here
And it's felt by anybody that here
Out of towners take the train, and bus here
Must be something that they really want
One as a resident, deeper sentiment
out "Go Brooklyn!", they representing it
Sitting on front stoop sipping Guinesses
Using native dialect in sentences
From the treeline to the tenements
To the Mom & Pop shop menaces
Travel all the world in great distances
And ain't a that I know that bear resemblance
That's why we it The
Not a borough or a prov, it's our that's uncalm
From "sun" to the ? to the Gardens
White "coff guawinas" in they army linings
Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney
night out in front The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown and Smurv Village
The nighties, and all my "yarda trenny" Brown's
Parkside caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties
The cats out in City gettin busy
To the Hook, to the East, to the
and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy
My posse, generals of armies
When it's time to form, call me
And let this song be, playing loud in B
If you love strongly!
it up!

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