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 number one 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 calf
a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it related
Most it

Can't it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come me
But on the contrilli, I packs the
Squeezed off on him, left paramedics
Breathin' on him
ya name?

Who shot ya? Mob like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't them yet
to push 700's, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and is frostbit, rings too
Niggaz the way call 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 won't stop,

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

And baby
My flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to
From 62's, gem stars, my moms
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my knockin'

Keep rockin'
No more, Nice Guy, I twist your shit
The back with them pistols, blazin'
Hot like cajun, hotter than even work at the
Days Inn with New plates outside
Get up outta there, your ride

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

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Where you from? Brooklyn out to all
Crown Heights, you stop
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 stop
Greene, you won't stop, niggaz

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

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

Time to separate the pros the cons
The platinum the bronze
That butter soft shit from that leather on the
A S1 diamond 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 sink slow, tossin' ya
Mad slugs through your
I'm warnin' ya, hah, the fuck?

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya
you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
Flatbush, you stop
Redhook, you won't stop, nigga,
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.
Superbad click, Brooklyn's
You rewind
Represetin' BK to the