Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

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

They talk about it, we all it
making plans, we sit and counting
Our stack 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 want to
But he ain't doing nothing, but running his

Fuck and feel the fury of a high nigga
When I get busy throw your hands in the sky
I got the of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
that they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my trying to take my track
When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems that
Street rules, your pockets and your jewels
A nigga front, the gat to the fool
Necks wanna but's getting blasted
Streets to a from the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces like
Stuck to ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
MC's have a hard time
I mark with death, hard to like Steven
When come I'm leaving, the black man's motto
You got a better chance lotto
What you nigga?

Ah, Yo
Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the
Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all the street
The general is you'll be the dominating fleet
Bitch raw, and let me continue to the heat
You know who been the of the block, the kings of the drops
The of the crap music and the kings of the cross
Niggas fire then shit like the purest of powder
That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like
Couple years ago, probably thought I was dying
Now same niggas are put our face in the shrine
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 mad at us, we shit on your floors
All in your nigga, our strategies is different from yours
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 20 carrots on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we
From the Bentley spur kill 'em with the six
Bed-Stuy up y'all, what up with your girl
How she leave dude broke tell boys on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn what's chrome
'Cause that lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My Neck got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel ain't the same since Homo got
with the pistol, nasty with the clit
See I'm a beast with it, fucking 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
Don't you about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' work that
In the lack a sack go and put it on the mat
What it do nephew (Where at?)
Uh, turning it out, run in house
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit running your

What you really from a nigga?...