Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn/Jersey Get Wild

Chorus:
death do us, can't move us
We can or build, it don't matter
Holler if you this, realness
Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey
steal

Danze]
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different [sho nuff]
Raised hell to of different degrees
And we have the Constitution of to bear arms
To arms, whenever we fear harm
It's [yeah, clack clack], keep it right
If you pro gang, you don't belong around soldier
I'm like fish scale, the pedastool
Come to the new school, true school jewels
I'm never followin them fools, I'm a real stand up
I makes my own motherfuckin
So it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these
And the way is to eliminate these faggots
All attended
To who may be affended, by the way I represented
And I'm no stranger, to
Dance a strange man in a field with anger
Now that ghetto, for ya
sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas

Hook:
Till death ditty do us, and they say tough ditty to us
We'll be bitches till they shoot us, get wild

[Lil
Who go against the man, that walked across hot fire
for the kicked down door for my whole empire
Rapid fire, Family], Rapid Fire, [M.O.P.]
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been alot
Took alot, never took a
God forbid, If I took a hot for a reason
Try to understand my pain, roll up trees an'
on them feels I was bringin
Spark up a L, while you got the M.O.P. bangin
Listen to the words of a nigga, represent
You see I really meant that, for the memories I left
Lil Fame never was a shady ass
When it was on, we scar fools and a ass nigga
So when you crack ya and you pour ya liquor holla at me
[Fizzy Woe That was my nigga

You did ya hit you had to do
minutes and you go
Comin ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
Doin this shit since gettin for wastin grtis
And sneakin out mom had late shifts and same mix
quit, I flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the knows
I'm sutile followed and find and up
I take out my garbage I frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so pump up tracks belack
crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act
Jersey's on the map for car and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin the bitch niggas on wax
What, M.O.P.

(several names and shouted out)

Yea, salute,