Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, think you big
Fuckin' Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time
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 number one question is can the get us
I got vendettas in dice against ass betters
And niggaz who pump wheels and Jettas
Take that

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

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

Who ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid yet
Tryin' to push 700's, they made them yet
and bracelets is frostbit, rings 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, Big' Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you
You crazy, your 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 knockin'

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

your hands high, shit gets steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper, Wright, leave the keys to your
In-tegra, that's right, chill homie, the bitch in the told me
You're holdin' more drugs than a pharmacy, you harmin' me
So pardon me, the safe, before 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
Crown Heights, you stop
Brownsville, you won't stop, nigga,
Hah hah, Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya
we from? Brooklyn 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 sick, I be what you're tryin' to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China white
Nigga please, like short sleeves I arms
out my way from here on clear? Gone

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

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

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

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Where you Brooklyn goin' out to all
Flatbush, you don't
Redhook, you stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya
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.
click, Brooklyn's finest
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