Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

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Now they say you never suppose to envy no man
Can't tell that to a old man
Who see a young nigga getting plently man
Icy Audemar, Hendy gold
With a mean girl Lindsay Lohan
That's why I keep the 9 in the Bentley pan
Trust it's gon' you roll on us
Know it's gon' blow for my
Why would you try with guy
Scene told you he it G
We can bang like the two chains on my
The hood is Iraq I'm 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 it, we all about it
making plans, we sit and counting
Our cheddar stack it's just like a
You heard about it 'cause she running her
She want's to ride, and she's trying to it
I'm as ever, she's too excited
Her man look like, he to fight
But he ain't doing nothing, but running his

Fuck around and the fury of a high nigga
When I get busy your hands in the sky nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, be grabbing me
Knowing 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
rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
A nigga front, throw the gat to the
wanna move but's getting blasted
Streets to a from the ill ghetto bastard
As I masterpieces like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when wiping fast
have a hard time believing
I mark death, hard to kill like Steven
When Jake I'm leaving, the black man's motto
You got a chance playing lotto
What you want

Ah, Yo
Now watch me all over the beat
Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all the street
The general consensus is you'll be the dominating
raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
You who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
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 little song be sounding like ours
years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now same are idolizing put our face 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 shit on your
All in your house nigga, our strategies is from yours
Listen, you you can do it while 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 shit on, hop off my dick
bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, 'em how we switch
From the Bentley spur kill 'em with the six
Bed-Stuy what up y'all, what up your girl
How she leave dude broke them boys on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn what's your
'Cause that niggas lying if the tutti with the dead-eye
My Neck got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel ain't the since Homo got touched
Nasty the pistol, nasty with the clit
See I'm a beast with it, fucking I'm crippled
Ill nuns the lhama
Bog dutty, Fox and Poppa

Run for your gun you
B.I.G. I'm a get motherfuckers
Don't you worry about a thing,
I got a few chickens gon' work that noggie
In the with a sack 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 your mouth

What you really want a nigga?...