Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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

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

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

I make 'em 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 here Fab, the flag
I'm Nostrand Ave
I came to take the game in my Daddy chain
Niggas gave it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang,

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

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

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

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

Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Shootin somebody up for off the packs
Or goin to the lookin for somethin to dap
Or runnin up in the crib like the safe at?

East New York will shoot you, they dap homey
Brownsville will rob ya, they your homey
Bed-Stuy, get you for a hundred grams
Get a Island nigga to pull the trigga man, C.I. what up?

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

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

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