Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, you big time?
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you die, big time
Here the, "Pain"

Jigga, jigga, bigga,
Nigga, how you figure, how you
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

the style and the way the cops sweat us
The one question is can the feds get us
I got in dice games against ass betters
And who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take witcha

Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell
your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle,
Sprinkle coke on the floor, it drug related
Most it

fade it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the
Squeezed off on him, them paramedics
soft on him
What's ya

Who shot ya? Mob ties like
Peruvians tried to do me in, I paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700's, they made them yet
Rolex and is frostbit, rings too
Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix,

Jay-Z and Biggie
shit ya drawers
Where you
Brooklyn, out for all
Marcy, right, you don't stop
Bed-Stuy, you stop, nigga

What, what,
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya
represent y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
Jigga,

And Bigga
My Bed-Stuy malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, my road to riches
62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin', van dockin'
D's at my knockin'

What? Keep
No more, Mister Guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with pistols, blazin'
Hot like cajun, hotter than holdin' work at the
Days Inn with New York plates
Get up outta there, your ride

Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper comes
The Grim Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the keys to
In-tegra, right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the
And here's six just in case, Brooklyn

and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you Brooklyn goin' out to all
Crown Heights, you don't
Brownsville, you stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Hah hah, Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Where we from? Brooklyn out to all
Bushwick, you stop
Greene, you won't stop, niggaz

Yeah, yeah,
For nine six, the MC with a flue
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what tryin' to do
Made a off Peru, extradite, China white heron
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear
Stay out my way from here on Gone

Me and Gutter had two
The two for five hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio it's gettin' "Too Hot"
If had twins
probably have two-Pac's
Get it?

to separate the pros from the cons
The from the bronze
That butter soft shit from leather on the Fonz
A S1 from a eye class don
A Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?
Brook-Nam, on

Cristal forever, play the when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. canons
In they Marc Buchanans usually cuatro
The shell sink slow, ya
Mad slugs through Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, what the

and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? goin' out to all
Flatbush, you stop
Redhook, you stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya
Where you from? Brooklyn out to all
East New York, you stop
Hill, you won't stop, nigga
Is Brooklyn in the

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, Brooklyn's
You this
Represetin' BK to the