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 sweat us
The number one is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in games against ass betters
And niggaz who wheels and drive Jettas
Take that

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

Can't fade it while pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you your little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the
Squeezed off on him, 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, ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit, too
Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix,

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
Brooklyn y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
Jigga,

And Bigga
My Bed-Stuy malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my moms
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my doors

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

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

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

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

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

Time to separate the pros from the
The platinum from the
That butter soft shit from that leather on the
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 usually cuatro cinco
The sink slow, tossin' ya
Mad slugs through Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, what the

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya
Where you from? goin' out to all
Flatbush, you stop
Redhook, you won't stop, nigga,
Jay-Z and Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? Brooklyn 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
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