Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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

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

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

I make 'em the New York digits
718 to 187
To 212 to 211
Your back with a new one son

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I'm right Fab, wavin the flag
I'm Nostrand Ave
I came to take the game in my Daddy chain
Niggas gave it up 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 bank hold?

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

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

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

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

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

Ask Flex, he to run the Tunnel
Brooklyn had scared to rep they borough
Uncle Murda, I'm a rep to the
Like in the club I throw bullets, bullets

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

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