Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Style... Laid Out

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

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

I the flavor good, to represent the neighborhood
Where I come from, and that's the 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 peeps smoke blunts and like to mad gold caps
The party addict to explode
the 1-1-2, the double-3 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 don't how it go
Play like a substitute teacher and act like you

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

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

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

gonna be looked at as a black man still so keep it real
What 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 life, in a broken home
alright now
Up in the all your life, keepin' it strong, what

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

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

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

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

So hear me out, no doubt, no need for
My in the back, clockin' your jewels, and they schemin'
Why did they step to me, I hit 'em, bow,
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 like a leaf
Not tryin' to scare you, I wanna aware you
I bet you won't look at my face
(What, what, what)
I you

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

I'm from there's no need for hesitation
We cock and squeeze, now where's the for this patient?
He's blood 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 artist
who the har-dest, regard-less
who you know and where from I pull your file
(How?)
style

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