Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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

You see I got a Fort Greene
Hills, chill Red Hook look, man
Ain't no hands in Brooklyn
Son life can be took man

Then threw off
One hard top, two soft
Ride through the borough two fo fifths
Phantom up like two door fridges

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

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

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

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

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

Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Shootin somebody up for gettin off the
Or goin to the club 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 Island to pull the trigga man, C.I. what up?

Ask Flex, he used to run the
Brooklyn had dudes to rep they borough
Uncle Murda, I'm a rep to the
Like Shyne in the 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 walk that East New York walk, grill
Got my Greene lean, Clinton Hills chill

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