Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Style... Laid Out

Come on y'all and the groove
Get on down and make move
Welcome to the
Brooklyn style, laid out this

Come on y'all and feel the
Get on down and make move
Welcome to the
Brooklyn style, laid out this

I kicks the good, to represent the neighborhood
Where I come from, and that's the of Brooklyn
Where the are born and bred
And bullets are eyeballs, two to the head

Well is it Time to represent for the map
where the peeps smoke and like to wear mad gold caps
The addict about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the ill zip code

Parlayin' on the corner, drinkin' shootin' Cee-Lo
It's a thing, aight? You know our steelo
And for those who just know how it go
Play like a teacher and act like you know

So yo, who wanna set it? You better your best G
You and your whole entourage couldn't me
I for the fo' main
And if you're not a booty bandit, then niggaz can't

Come on y'all and the groove
Get on down and make move
Welcome to the
Brooklyn style, out like this

Now, let's get straight down to the
I represent for this Brooklyn
Baby pah, we're takin' it to
Makin' a few don't mean you gotta forget
Where you come from and try to be
That you're really not and front what you got

You're gonna be looked at as a black man so keep it real
What type of can I say you on?
Because you musta done to some Grey Poupon, heh
I'm happy to see you blew up

But remember my man you grew up
In the PJ's all your life, in a broken
alright now
Up in the PJ's all your life, keepin' it strong,

I be the Ave livin', live long lastin' lover
Bonafied brother, word to the mother
Skilled at trades at hand those who made
The man support and always stayed a fan

My dialectic is perfected
In ways you can't rap bein' accepted
Funk'll slam a doper jam, pops
I'm mine like taxes with Uncle Sam
So check out the Asiatic type of
Like water in the Nile, but it's style

Come on y'all and the groove
Get on down and your move
to the funkiest
Brooklyn style, laid out this

Yo, this is Big Scoob, no
I'm flippin' on niggaz like little kids on mattress
You my style, Baby Pah from the PJ's
My so dope, they too fat for local DJ's

So hear me out, no doubt, no need for
My boys in the back, clockin' jewels, and they schemin'
Why did they to me, I hit 'em, bow, bu-dow
out his fronts 'cause the kid was mad fragile

No need for beef I'm rollin' mad deep
So pick up your teeth, I got him like a leaf
Not to scare you, I just wanna aware you
I bet you won't even look at my
(What, what, what)
I you

Yo nigga please, yo I'm with these
While you're your grill
be beatin' up your kidneys
Me and my boys the fat tec 9's
with my joint cocked back, in case a punk tried to mines

Where I'm from there's no need for
We cock and squeeze, now where's the for this patient?
He's drippin' blood and now he's down to his breath
But he won't make it, cause he knows my joint is def

The ill, type of artist
who rocks the har-dest,
who you know and you're from I pull your file
(How?)
Brooklyn

Come on and feel the groove
Get on down and your move
Welcome to the
style, laid out like this