Luyện nghe bài hát Mother ghetto

(Intro)
Brooklyn, rise to the
Papoose, PK

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

(Verse)
All the bread borough heads, where yall from?
All the hundred dollar billers villains, yall from?
All the low key OGs, where yall
Got a gat, cock it back, let me yall gun
Come and take a through my horde, Ill guide yo vision
niggas who aint ready to die get shot for livin
Stepped out the building another day, my time was
But had to make a U turn, damn the biskey
I stashed it on the side of the sink, the dishes
On Sundays I praise gun plays, my religion
down the block with a boppin rhythm,
Had to take a 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 scar on his face, jigged 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 to get a coliday come
Hoodlems through they guns in the and swallow they jums
stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run
So we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they
Raw heist, hand to hand is far more trife
Customers be bangin on the doors all night
I told the customer your next time not like
He hard so I copped and took his heart not life

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

(Hook)
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? 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 through rockin a Rollie, have it ensured
This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed
Cop work from uptown niggas, Queens bitches
4 killas run up in yo living room quick
Them at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip
Nobody politics in best up, who cares for that political
Were robbin dog for his and bits
got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets
Thats why we drop em like a and lay em on the beat
easter by goin to Cony Island when heap
Just to have a out and bang it out on the beach
In Crown Heights they be workin them 2s, run hoolups
around yo way or put yo turf on the news
Down town in Ave got the flyest niggas
Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud
Flatbush they be totin, yo top smoking
Since the trains had them boys kept it locan
From LG to Albany we was born to be
Hills the kings but now we the king borough
Im from Bridge, we broke the law for the fun
The cats at Marcy will make you up a lung
Wherever you from, the hood you live
Well keep it that way, dont across the Brooklyn Bridge

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

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

(Verse)
In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them gates is locked
We the reason cops traded 38s for Glocks
We the reason them drive by, never trust you
We the you couldnt rock shines in the tunnel
be starin and walkin, lookin back
But I rob a blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?
Patrol cars just wanna get book in pack
Dont get in alleys with Brooklyn cats
the fact that what you worship
So I pray my backs towards the serpent
Hit the underground and changed all the rappers to the
Celebrated Ike after he was
Due tradition we had him
Put his ashes in the and I wish I couldve did magic when they burned him
Cuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches deserve him
Its when life stay on the abs of the and where the staff givin summers
Knowledge beneath the records of a
Security stay harassin and
When a thug walk 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 accident on
7 were made, when sever yall faggots mustve heard us
I area have the same factors of a murder
Wherever you from, the hood you live
Well keep it way, dont come across the Brooklyn Bridge

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

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