Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

Is in here tonight?

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

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

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

I 'em change the New York digits
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 from 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 bully
The Flatbush Bushwick black shit
a billion bank roll
Bank stop, anybody your bank hold?

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

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

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

Where at? Where Brooklyn 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 York will shoot you, they dap your
will rob ya, they clap your homey
Bed-Stuy, get you killed for a grams
Get a Coney 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 Shyne in the club I throw bullets,

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

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