Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, think you big
with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time
Here the, "Pain"

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

Peep the style and the way the sweat us
The one question is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in games against ass betters
And niggaz who wheels and drive Jettas
that witcha

Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell
Shoot daughter in the calf muscle
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 your little 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 shot ya? Mob like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700's, they made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit, too
Niggaz 'round the way call me Stix, who?

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

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

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

Keep hands high, shit gets steeper here comes
The Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the keys to your
In-tegra, right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy, you harmin' me
So pardon me, pass the safe, I blaze the place
And six shots just in case, Brooklyn

and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? Brooklyn 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 with a
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be you're tryin' to do
a fortune off Peru, extradite, China white heron
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear
out my way from here on clear? Gone

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

to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the
That 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, play the when it's 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 Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? goin' out to all
Flatbush, you don't
Redhook, you stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you Brooklyn goin' out to all
New York, you don't stop
Clinton Hill, you won't stop,
Is Brooklyn in the

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