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,

the style and the way the cops sweat us
The number one question is can the get us
I got vendettas in dice against ass betters
And niggaz who pump and drive 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
a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug
hate it

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

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

Jay-Z and Biggie
Nigga shit ya
Where you
Brooklyn, out for all
Marcy, that's right, you stop
Bed-Stuy, you stop, nigga

What, what,
Jay-Z, Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn 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 Bigga
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious,
Fuck wishes, made my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my moms
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my knockin'

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

Keep your hands high, shit gets here comes
The Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the keys 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, pass the safe, I blaze the place
And here's six just in case, Brooklyn

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

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

Me and Gutter had two
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 pros from the
The from the bronze
That butter soft from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga,
Brook-Nam, on

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

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, shit 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
you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
East New York, you stop
Clinton Hill, you won't stop,
Is in the house?

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