Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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

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

threw off bridges
One hard top, two soft
Ride the borough with two fo fifths
open up like two door 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 here Fab, wavin the
I'm from Ave
I came to the game in my Daddy Kane chain
Niggas gave it up they didn't want to hear the bang, bang

I'm back on my shit
The Bushwick black hoodie shit
Half a billion roll
stop, anybody 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 your panties up
borough is with me hold your cannons up
Buck one for Bucktown, Brooklyn what the

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

Brooklyn 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 like where the safe at?

East New York shoot you, they dap your homey
Brownsville 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 to run the Tunnel
had dudes scared to rep they borough
Uncle Murda, I'm a rep to the
Shyne in the club 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, sick
I walk that East New York walk, Brownsville
Got my Fort Greene lean, Hills chill

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