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, out like this

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

I kicks the flavor good, to the neighborhood
Where I come from, and the place of Brooklyn
Where the grimies are born and
And bullets are like eyeballs, two to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I be the Louis Ave livin', long lastin' lover
black brother, word to the mother
Skilled at trades at hand with those who
The man with support and stayed a fan

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

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

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

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

No for beef chief I'm rollin' 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 look at my face
(What, what, what)
I you

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

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

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

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