Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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We here BIG
Your boy on top like a hair wig
Bed-Stuy fly or sick
East New York, the Brownsville grill, ill

You see I got a Fort Greene
Clinton Hills, chill Red look, man
no shook hands in Brooklyn
Son your can be took man

Then off bridges
One hard top, two soft
through the borough with two fo fifths
Phantom open up like two fridges

I make 'em change the New York
718 to 187
To 212 to 211
Your boy's with a new one son

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I'm right Fab, wavin the flag
I'm Nostrand Ave
I to take the game in my Daddy Kane chain
Niggas gave it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang,

I'm back on my shit
The Flatbush Bushwick hoodie shit
Half a billion roll
Bank stop, what's your bank hold?

Big B's on the
love the Brooklyn way, B how's it feel?
I'm on my Robin shit
Shit ever get thick I'm to robbin niggas quick

Trick, clip, ante up, all you
Britney pull your up
Whole borough is with me hold your up
one for Bucktown, Brooklyn what the fuck?

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I'm here hoe
East New York Uncle feelin good
I hooked up Jigga got my grandma out the hood
is back now look at niggas
Now they say Jay ain't sign a Brooklyn nigga

Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
somebody up for gettin off the packs
Or goin to the lookin for somethin to dap
Or runnin up in the like where the safe at?

East New York will you, they dap your homey
will rob ya, they clap your homey
Bed-Stuy, get you killed for a hundred
Get a Coney Island nigga to pull the man, C.I. what up?

Ask Flex, he used to run the
Brooklyn had scared to rep they borough
Murda, I'm a rep to the fullest
Like Shyne in the I throw bullets, bullets

Ha son, a like it or not thing, nah mean?
one is for Brooklyn
I'm in my Bed-Stuy fly you know, Bushwick
I walk that New York walk, Brownsville grill
Got my Greene lean, Clinton Hills chill

Red Hook look, that Flatbush push, nah
Cypress feel, Crown Heights tight with it
The Williamsburg swerve, Island stylin on 'em
Canarsie flossin, Park Slope dope you
Ya dig, its for