Luyện nghe bài hát Mother ghetto

(Intro)
Brooklyn, rise to the
Papoose, PK

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

(Verse)
All the thorough bread borough heads, where from?
All the dollar billers villains, where yall from?
All the low key OGs, where yall
Got a gat, it back, let me hear yall gun
Come and take a 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, 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 block with a rhythm,
Had to a leak behind the green garbage can,
Who a pot to piss in?
Thats I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison
Wuddup son? Noticed his looked kinds different
He had a long on his face, somebody jigged him
I got away when he got knocked, wish I was him
They put the light out, know how the game go
Niggas die for they colors, respect the rainbow
John through the slums just to get a coliday come
Hoodlems through guns in the sewers and swallow they jums
Snitches stopping the funs, when they hear the they run
So we throw the slugs to their and silence they tongues
Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more
Customers be bangin on the doors all night
I the last customer your next time not like
He knock hard so I copped and his heart not life

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

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

(Verse)
Home of the time of hoax with money and drama talks
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 stab a millionaire til he bleed riches
Cop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens
4 green killas run up in yo living room
Them boys at canal, see you lay yo on the strip
politics in best up, who cares for that political shit?
Were robbin dog for his kibles and
Bushwick got beat cops, actin like they own the streets
Thats why we em like a verse and lay em on the beat
Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when
to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach
In Crown Heights they be workin 2s, run hoop hoolups
Come around yo way or put yo turf on the
Down town in Ave got the flyest niggas
Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud
Flatbush they be totin, lean yo top
Since the trains had tokes them boys it locan
From LG to Albany we was born to be
Cypress Hills the but now we the king borough
Im from Bridge, we broke the law for the fun
The cats at Marcy make you cough up a lung
Wherever you from, represent the hood you
Well keep it that way, dont across the Brooklyn Bridge

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

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

(Verse)
In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them 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, back
But I rob a nigga blind and ask him the fuck he lookin at?
Patrol cars just get essential book in pack
Dont get in alleys with Brooklyn cats
Face the fact that you worship
So I pray with my 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 when 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
Knowledge the records of a target
stay harassin and lurkin
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 they sever faggots mustve heard us
I area code have the same of a murder
Wherever you from, represent the hood you
keep it that way, dont come across the Brooklyn Bridge

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

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