Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Brooklyn at?
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where at?

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Now they say you ain't never to envy no man
Can't tell to a dingy old man
Who see a young nigga getting plently man
Icy Audemar, Hendy band
With a girl like Lindsay Lohan
That's why I the 9 in the Bentley door pan
Trust gon' bust you roll on us
Know it's gon' blow for my
Why would you try that guy
Scene you he keep it G
We can bang like the two on my neck
The is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects
The coupe's up take the new for a sec
12" up, new cane in the nigga
now with a squeezer and a coozie
And I'm goin out like with the uzi

They about it, we all about it
making plans, we sit and counting
Our cheddar stack it's just like a
You heard it 'cause she running her mouth
She to ride, and she's trying to hide it
I'm as ever, she's too excited
Her man look like, he want to
But he ain't nothing, but running his mouth

Fuck around and feel the fury of a nigga
When I get busy throw hands in the sky nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be me
Knowing they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back to take my track
When I used to sell I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and jewels
A nigga front, throw the gat to the
Necks wanna move getting blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill bastard
As I release like adhesive
to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
MC's have a hard time
I mark with death, hard to kill like
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's
You got a chance playing lotto
you want nigga?

Ah, Yo
Now watch me all over the beat
Now me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
The general consensus is you'll be the dominating
raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the
The kings of the crap music and the of the cross
Niggas fire then drop shit like the of powder
That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding ours
Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was
Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the
Yeah I took a little time to cook and show you what's hot
How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my
Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on your
All in your house nigga, our strategies is from yours
Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to
Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the if you can't reach

Uhhh,
Fox B.I.G.
Who fucking Fox, who want it with I
Bust a for me and Big from the villfredo sky
Got my Joan Fross shit on, hop off my
bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, 'em how we switch
From the blinds spur kill 'em with the six
Bed-Stuy what up y'all, up with your girl
How she leave broke tell them boys on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn what's chrome
that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga got hit up in his truck
And no ain't the same since Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty the clit
See I'm a beast with it, fucking I'm crippled
Ill nuns the lhama
Bog dutty, Fox and Poppa

Run for gun you suckers
B.I.G. I'm a get motherfuckers
Don't you worry about a thing,
I got a few chickens that's work that noggie
In the lack a sack go and put it on the mat
What it do (Where Brooklyn at?)
Uh, turning it out, run in house
Gun in mouth, motherfucker quit running your mouth

What you really want a nigga?...