Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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

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

Then off bridges
One top, two soft bitches
Ride the borough with two fo fifths
open up like two door fridges

I make 'em change the New 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 take the in my Daddy Kane chain
gave it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang, bang

I'm on my bully shit
The Flatbush Bushwick black hoodie
Half a 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
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
Buck one for Bucktown, Brooklyn the fuck?

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I'm right hoe
East New York Uncle Murda feelin
I hooked up Jigga got my grandma out the hood
Marcy is back now at niggas
Now they can't say Jay ain't a Brooklyn 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 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 the trigga man, C.I. what up?

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

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

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