Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

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

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

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

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

Can't fade it while y'all Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you your 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 ain't paid yet
Tryin' to 700's, they ain't made them yet
and bracelets is frostbit, rings too
Niggaz 'round the way me Igloo Stix, who?

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

What, what,
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Brooklyn 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 baby
My Bed-Stuy malicious, delicious
three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my dishes
choppin', police van dockin'
D's at my knockin'

What? rockin'
No more, Mister Nice Guy, I twist your
The fuck with them pistols, blazin'
Hot like cajun, hotter even holdin' work at the
Days Inn with New York plates
Get up there, fuck your ride

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

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

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

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

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

Cristal forever, the crib when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. canons
In Marc Buchanans usually cuatro cinco
The shell slow, tossin' ya
Mad through your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, the fuck?

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

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, finest
You this
BK to the fullest