Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

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Now say you ain't never suppose to envy no man
Can't that to a dingy old man
Who see a young nigga plently dough man
Icy Audemar, Hendy band
With a girl like Lindsay Lohan
That's why I keep the 9 in the door pan
Trust it's bust you roll on us
Know gon' blow for my dough
Why would you try with guy
told you he keep it G
We can bang the two chains on my neck
The hood is 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 with a and a coozie
And I'm goin out Keyshia with the uzi

They talk it, we all about it
They plans, we sit and counting
Our cheddar stack it's like a mountain
You heard about it 'cause she her mouth
She want's to ride, and she's to hide it
I'm as ever, she's too excited
Her man look like, he to fight
But he doing nothing, but running his mouth

Fuck around and feel the fury of a nigga
When I get busy throw your in the sky nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, be grabbing me
that they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back trying to my track
I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your
A nigga front, the gat to the fool
Necks wanna move but's blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto
As I release like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue your wiping fast
MC's have a hard time
I mark with death, hard to kill Steven
When Jake I'm leaving, the black man's motto
You got a chance playing lotto
What you 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
Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the
You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the
The kings of the music and the kings of the cross
Niggas fire drop shit like the purest of powder
That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding ours
Couple ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the
Yeah I took a little to cook and show you what's really hot
How the fuck any of you niggas think you my spot
Why you niggas getting mad at us, we on your floors
All in your house nigga, our strategies is from yours
Listen, you come you can do it I continue to preach
Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the if you can't reach

Uhhh,
Fox B.I.G.
Who with 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
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 on this bitch
up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
From the Bentley spur kill 'em with the six
Bed-Stuy what up y'all, what up with girl
How she dude broke tell them boys on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn your chrome
'Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti the dead-eye
My Neck got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel ain't the same Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the
See I'm a beast it, fucking 'til I'm crippled
Ill nuns the lhama
Bog dutty, Fox and Poppa

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

What you really want a nigga?...