Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Brooklyn 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 getting plently man
Icy Audemar, Hendy band
With a mean girl Lindsay Lohan
why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan
Trust it's gon' you roll on us
Know gon' blow for my dough
Why would you try with guy
Scene you he keep it G
We can bang the two chains 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 deck
now with a squeezer and a coozie
And I'm goin out Keyshia with the uzi

They talk about it, we all it
They making plans, we sit and
Our cheddar it's just like a mountain
You heard about it 'cause she running her
She want's to ride, and trying to hide it
I'm cool as ever, she's too
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, niggas be me
that they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back trying to my track
When I used to crack I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, watch pockets and your jewels
A front, throw the gat to the fool
Necks move but's getting blasted
to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when wiping fast
MC's have a hard believing
I mark with death, hard to like Steven
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black motto
You got a chance playing lotto
you want nigga?

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 fleet
Bitch raw, and let me continue to the heat
You know who been the of the block, the kings of the drops
The kings of the crap music and the of the cross
Niggas fire then drop shit the purest of powder
That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like
years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now same niggas are put our face in the shrine
Yeah I took a little time to cook and you what's really hot
How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my
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 while I continue to
Snoop, fam, bigger of the stand if you can't reach

Uhhh,
Fox B.I.G.
Who fucking Fox, who want it with I
Bust a shot for me and Big the villfredo sky
Got my Joan shit on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on bitch
up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
From the blinds 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, what's your chrome
'Cause that niggas lying home if the with the dead-eye
My nigga got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel the same since Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty the clit
See I'm a beast with it, 'til I'm crippled
Ill nuns squeezing the
Bog roll dutty, Fox and

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

What you really want a nigga?...