Luyện nghe bài hát Mother ghetto

(Intro)
Brooklyn, to the occasion
Papoose, PK

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

(Verse)
All the bread borough heads, where yall from?
All the hundred dollar billers villains, yall from?
All the low key OGs, yall from?
Got a gat, cock it back, let me yall gun
and take a walk through my horde, Ill guide yo vision
When niggas who aint to die get shot for livin
Stepped out the building another day, my was tickin
But had to make a U turn, damn the biskey
I stashed it on the of the sink, behind the dishes
On Sundays I praise gun plays, my religion
Walking down the block a boppin rhythm,
Had to take a behind the green garbage can,
Who a pot to piss in?
Thats when I heads with my man, he out of prison
son? Noticed his grin looked 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 green light out, how the game go
Niggas die for they colors, respect the rainbow
Take 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 drama run
So we throw the slugs to their tumors and they tongues
Raw ball heist, hand to is far more trife
Customers be on the spot doors all night
I told the last customer your next time not
He hard so I copped and took his heart not life

(Bridge)
The mother ghetto went in first up, want the 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 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 from Brooklyn just how he walks
Them dudes carry gas in they draws
through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured
This New Yorkers will a millionaire til he bleed riches
Cop work from niggas, fuck Queens bitches
4 green killas run up in yo living room
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 and bits
Bushwick got beat cops, they 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 heap
Just to have a slash out and it out on the beach
In Heights they be workin them 2s, run hoop hoolups
Come around yo way or put yo turf on the
Down town in Pican Ave got the niggas
Youngins takin over the trains, cursin the loud speakers
Flatbush they be totin, yo top smoking
Since the trains had tokes boys kept it locan
LG to Albany we was born to be thorough
Cypress Hills the kings but now we the borough
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 you live
Well keep it that way, dont come across the Bridge

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

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

(Verse)
In the heaven of Bob, my hood, pearly gates is locked
We the reason that cops traded 38s for
We the them cabs drive by, never trust you
We the reason you couldnt rock shines in the
be starin 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 caught in alleys with cats
Face the fact that what you
So I pray my backs towards the serpent
Hit the underground and changed all the to the circus
Ike after he was murdered
Due tradition we had him
Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I couldve did magic they burned him
Cuz the depths of this devilish fire these matches dont deserve him
Its when stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers
Knowledge beneath the of a target
Security stay harassin and
When a thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us
Why pattin by my You actin like you nervous
a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose
7 were made, when they yall faggots mustve heard us
I area have the same factors of a murder
you from, represent the hood you live
Well it that way, dont come across the Brooklyn Bridge

(Bridge)
The ghetto went in first up, want 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 Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?