Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

Is in here tonight?

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

You see I got a Fort lean
Clinton Hills, chill Red look, man
no shook hands in Brooklyn
Son life can be took man

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

I 'em change 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 from Ave
I came to the game in my Daddy Kane chain
gave it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang, bang

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

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

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

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

Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
somebody up for gettin 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, they dap your
Brownsville will rob ya, they clap homey
Bed-Stuy, get you killed for a grams
Get a Coney Island nigga to 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 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, Bushwick
I that East New York walk, Brownsville grill
Got my Fort Greene lean, Hills chill

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