Luyện nghe bài hát Mother ghetto

(Intro)
Brooklyn, rise to the
Papoose, PK

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

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

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

(Hook)
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at?
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? 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
Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws
Come rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured
This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed
Cop work from niggas, fuck Queens bitches
4 green run up in yo living room quick
Them boys at canal, see you lay yo on the strip
Nobody in best up, who cares for that political shit?
Were robbin dog for his kibles and
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 Island when heap
Just to have a slash out and it out on the beach
In Crown Heights they be workin 2s, run hoop hoolups
Come yo way or put yo turf on the news
Down town in Pican Ave got the flyest
Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the speakers
they be totin, lean yo top smoking
Since the trains had tokes them boys it locan
From LG to Albany we was to be thorough
Cypress Hills the kings but now we the borough
Im from Bridge, we broke the law for the fun
The at Marcy will make you cough up a lung
Wherever you from, the hood you live
Well keep it that way, dont come across the Bridge

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

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

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

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

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