Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, think you big
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 style and the way the cops us
The number one is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in games against ass betters
And niggaz who pump wheels and drive
Take that

Hit ya, split ya, fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to face, make the shell muffle
Shoot daughter in the calf muscle
a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, it drug related
Most it

Can't fade it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in silly
Scared, so you sent your mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I the mack-milli
off on him, left them paramedics
Breathin' on him
ya name?

Who ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700's, they ain't made yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit, too
Niggaz the way call me Igloo Stix, who?

Jay-Z and Smalls
Nigga ya drawers
Where you
Brooklyn, out for all
Marcy, right, you don't stop
Bed-Stuy, you won't stop,

What, what,
Jay-Z, Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
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 baby
My flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my dishes
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my knockin'

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

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

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

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

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

Time to separate the pros from the
The from the bronze
butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond a eye class don
A Cham' 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 they Marc Buchanans usually cinco
The sink slow, tossin' ya
Mad slugs through your
I'm warnin' ya, hah, what the

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

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