Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Style... Laid Out

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

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

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

Well is it Brownsville? to represent for the map
where the peeps smoke blunts and like to wear mad gold
The party about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip

on the corner, drinkin' 40's shootin' Cee-Lo
It's a thing, aight? You know our steelo
And for who just don't know how it go
like a substitute teacher and act like you know

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

on y'all and feel the groove
Get on down and make your
Welcome to the
Brooklyn style, laid out like

Now, let's get straight down to the
I represent for this joint
pah, where we're takin' it to
Makin' a few dollars don't mean you gotta
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 man still so keep it real
What of mission can I say you on?
Because you musta changed to some Grey Poupon, heh
I'm really happy to see you up

But always remember my man you up
In the all your life, in a broken home
Well now
Up in the PJ's all life, keepin' it strong, what

I be the Louis Ave livin', live lastin' lover
Bonafied black brother, word to the
Skilled at trades at hand with who made
The man with support and always a fan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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