Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, think you big
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big
Here 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 games against ass betters
And niggaz who pump and drive Jettas
Take that

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

Can't fade it while pump 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
Breathin' on him
ya name?

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

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

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

And Bigga
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious,
Fuck wishes, made my road to riches
62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my doors

What? Keep
No more, Mister Guy, I twist your shit
The back 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

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

and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? goin' out to all
Heights, you don't stop
Brownsville, you won't stop, nigga,
Hah hah, Jay-Z and Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
we from? 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, white heron
Nigga please, like short I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on Gone

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

Time to the pros from the cons
The platinum the bronze
That soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a nigga, huh?
Brook-Nam, on

Cristal forever, play the crib when mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep
In they Buchanans usually cuatro cinco
The shell sink slow, ya
Mad through your Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, what the

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

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