Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

1, 2, 3, and...

Now they say you ain't never suppose to no man
tell that to a dingy old man
Who see a young nigga plently dough man
Icy Audemar, Hendy gold
With a mean girl like Lohan
That's why I keep the 9 in the door pan
Trust gon' bust you roll on us
Know it's blow for my dough
Why would you try that guy
told you he keep it G
We can like the two chains on my neck
The is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects
The coupe's up the new Lame for a sec
12" up, new in the deck nigga
Right now a squeezer and a coozie
And I'm out like Keyshia with the uzi

They talk about it, we all it
They plans, we sit and counting
Our cheddar it's just like a mountain
You heard about it she running her mouth
She want's to ride, and trying to hide it
I'm cool as ever, too excited
Her man look like, he to fight
But he ain't doing nothing, but 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, be grabbing me
Knowing that they'd rather be me
All up in my back trying to my track
When I used to sell crack I ain't had like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and jewels
A nigga front, throw the gat to the
Necks wanna move but's blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto
As I release masterpieces adhesive
to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
MC's have a hard time
I mark with death, to kill like Steven
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black motto
You got a better playing lotto
What you want

Ah, Yo
Now me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
Now me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
The general consensus is you'll be the dominating
Bitch raw, and let me continue to 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 drop shit like the purest of powder
why most of these niggas little song be sounding like ours
Couple years ago, niggas thought I was dying
Now same niggas are idolizing put our in the shrine
Yeah I took a little time to cook and show you really hot
How the fuck any of you think you feeling my spot
Why you niggas getting mad at us, we on your floors
All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from
Listen, you come you can do it while I to preach
Snoop, fam, Bust of the stand if you can't reach

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

Run for gun you suckers
B.I.G. I'm a get motherfuckers
you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' work that
In the with a sack go and put it on the mat
it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?)
Uh, turning it out, run in your
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit your mouth

What you really want a nigga?...