Luyện nghe bài hát Mother ghetto

(Intro)
Brooklyn, to the occasion
Papoose, PK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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