Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, think you big
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big
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 one question is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in dice games ass betters
And niggaz who wheels and drive Jettas
Take witcha

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

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

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

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

What, what,
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you
You crazy, think your 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 moms
Gram choppin', van dockin'
D's at my doors

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

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

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

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 I bear arms
out my way from here on clear? Gone

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

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

Cristal forever, play the crib when mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep
In they Marc Buchanans usually cuatro
The shell slow, tossin' ya
Mad slugs your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, the fuck?

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

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, finest
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