Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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We right BIG
Your boy sittin on top a hair wig
fly or Bushwick sick
East New York, the Brownsville grill, ill

You see I got a Fort lean
Hills, chill Red Hook look, man
Ain't no hands in Brooklyn
Son life can be took man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Shootin somebody up for off the packs
Or goin to the club for somethin to dap
Or up in the crib 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 for a hundred grams
Get a Coney Island to pull the trigga man, C.I. what up?

Ask Flex, he to run the Tunnel
had dudes scared to rep they 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?
This one is for
I'm in my Bed-Stuy fly you know, Bushwick
I walk that East New walk, Brownsville grill
Got my Greene lean, Clinton Hills chill

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