Luyện nghe bài hát Mother ghetto

(Intro)
Brooklyn, rise to the
Papoose, PK

(Hook)
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at?

(Verse)
All the thorough bread borough heads, where from?
All the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall
All the low key OGs, yall from?
Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear gun
Come and take a walk through my horde, Ill guide yo
When niggas who aint ready to die get shot for
Stepped out the building another day, my time was
But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the
I stashed it on the side of the sink, the dishes
On Sundays I praise gun plays, my religion
Walking down the block a boppin rhythm,
Had to take a leak behind the garbage can,
Who a pot to piss in?
Thats I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison
son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different
He had a scar on his face, somebody jigged him
I got away he got knocked, wish I was with him
They put the green out, know how the game go
Niggas die for colors, gotta respect the rainbow
Take John through the just to get a coliday come
Hoodlems through guns in the sewers and swallow they jums
Snitches stopping the funs, they hear the drama they run
So we throw the slugs to their and silence they tongues
Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more
Customers be on the spot doors all night
I told the last customer your time not like
He knock hard so I copped and took his heart not

(Bridge)
The mother ghetto went in up, want the crook bone
My bud light the tunnel crash, Brook no
Yall outsiders better come right, dont look
My bud will the tunnel crash, Brook no

(Hook)
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?

(Verse)
Home of the time of hoax with money missin and drama
And you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he
Them Brownsville dudes carry gas in draws
Come through rockin a Rollie, better it ensured
This New Yorkers will stab a til he bleed riches
Cop from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches
4 green killas run up in yo living room
Them at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip
Nobody politics in best up, who cares for that political
robbin dog for his kibles and bits
Bushwick got cops, they actin like they own the streets
Thats why we drop em like a and lay em on the beat
Celebrate easter by goin to Cony when heap
Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the
In Crown they be workin them 2s, run hoop hoolups
Come around yo way or put yo on the news
Down in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas
Youngins takin over the trains, cursin the loud speakers
Flatbush be totin, lean yo top smoking
Since the trains had tokes them boys it locan
LG to Albany we was born to be thorough
Cypress Hills the kings but now we the king
Im from Bang Bridge, we the law for the fun
The cats at Marcy will make you up a lung
Wherever you from, represent the hood you
Well keep it that way, come across the Brooklyn Bridge

(Bridge)
The mother ghetto went in first up, the crook bone
My bud will light the crash, Brook no
Yall outsiders better come right, dont look
My bud light the tunnel crash, Brook no

(Hook)
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?

(Verse)
In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is
We the that cops traded 38s for Glocks
We the reason them drive by, never trust you
We the reason you couldnt rock in the tunnel
be starin and walkin, lookin back
But I rob a nigga blind and ask him the fuck he lookin at?
Patrol cars just wanna get book in pack
Dont get caught in alleys with Brooklyn
Face the that what you worship
So I with my backs towards the serpent
Hit the underground and changed all the to the circus
Celebrated Ike he was murdered
Due we had him cremated
Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I couldve did magic they burned him
Cuz the depths of this devilish within these matches dont deserve him
Its when life stay on the abs of the earth and the staff givin summers
Knowledge beneath the records of a
Security stay and lurkin
When a thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us
Why by my burners? You actin like you nervous
Make a and get shot by accident on purpose
7 were made, when they sever yall faggots mustve us
I area code have the same factors of a
Wherever you from, the hood you live
Well it that way, dont come across the Brooklyn Bridge

(Bridge)
The mother ghetto went in first up, the crook bone
My bud will the tunnel crash, Brook no
Yall outsiders better come right, dont wrong
My bud will light the tunnel crash, no

(Hook)
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?