Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

Is in here tonight?

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We right BIG
Your boy sittin on top a hair wig
Bed-Stuy fly or sick
East New York, walk the grill, ill

You see I got a Greene lean
Clinton Hills, chill Red look, man
Ain't no shook hands in
Son your can be took man

threw off bridges
One hard top, two bitches
through the borough with two fo fifths
Phantom up like two door fridges

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Shootin somebody up for off the packs
Or to the club lookin for somethin to dap
Or runnin up in the crib like the safe at?

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

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

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