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 and the way the cops sweat us
The number one is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in dice games against ass
And niggaz who pump and drive Jettas
Take witcha

Hit ya, split ya, fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the muffle
Shoot your daughter in the calf
a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle on the floor, make it drug related
Most it

Can't fade it y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, them paramedics
Breathin' on him
ya name?

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 me Igloo Stix, who?

Jay-Z and Biggie
Nigga ya drawers
Where you
Brooklyn, out for all
Marcy, that's right, you don't
Bed-Stuy, you stop, nigga

What, what,
Jay-Z, Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you
You crazy, think your little bit of can play me?
I'm Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
Jigga,

And baby
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious,
Fuck three wishes, made my to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my moms
Gram choppin', van dockin'
D's at my knockin'

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

Keep your high, shit gets steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the to your
In-tegra, right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin' drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't 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
Crown Heights, you stop
Brownsville, you stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Hah hah, Jay-Z and Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where we from? Brooklyn out to all
Bushwick, you don't
Greene, you won't stop, niggaz

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

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

Time to the pros from the cons
The platinum the bronze
That butter shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga,
Brook-Nam, on

Cristal forever, play the crib when 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, the fuck?

and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? Brooklyn out to all
Flatbush, you stop
Redhook, you stop, nigga, Brooklyn
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga ya drawers
Where you Brooklyn goin' out to all
East New York, you don't
Clinton Hill, you won't stop,
Is Brooklyn in the

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