Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

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

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

Peep the and the way the cops sweat us
The number one is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in dice against ass betters
And niggaz who pump wheels and Jettas
that witcha

Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the muffle
your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle,
coke on the floor, make it drug related
Most it

Can't fade it while pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the
Squeezed off on him, left paramedics
Breathin' on him
What's ya

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

Jay-Z and Biggie
Nigga shit ya
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, nigga shit ya
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 baby
My flow's malicious, delicious
three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my dishes
choppin', police van dockin'
D's at my knockin'

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

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

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

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

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

Time to separate the from the cons
The from the bronze
That butter soft shit 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 it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. canons
In they Marc Buchanans usually cinco
The shell sink slow, ya
Mad slugs your Nautica
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
and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? goin' out to all
East New York, you stop
Clinton Hill, you stop, nigga
Is in the house?

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