Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

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

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

Fuck around and the fury of a high nigga
When I get busy throw your 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 to take my track
When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your
A nigga front, the gat to the fool
Necks wanna but's getting blasted
Streets to a flows the ill ghetto bastard
As I masterpieces like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your fast
MC's have a time believing
I mark death, hard to kill like Steven
When Jake I'm leaving, the black man's motto
You got a better chance playing
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 fleet
raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
You know who been the of the block, the kings of the drops
The kings of the crap and the kings of the cross
Niggas fire then drop shit like the of powder
That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding ours
Couple years ago, 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 feeling my
Why you getting mad at us, we shit on your floors
All in your house nigga, our strategies is different yours
Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to
Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the stand if you can't

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 Fross shit on, hop off my
Canary I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, 'em how we switch
From the Bentley blinds kill 'em with the six
Bed-Stuy what up y'all, what up with your
How she leave broke tell them boys on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn your chrome
'Cause that niggas lying if the tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga Neck got hit up in his
And no Stranel ain't the same Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty 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 them
Don't you worry a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' that noggie
In the lack with a go and put it on the mat
it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?)
Uh, it out, run in your house
Gun in your mouth, quit running your mouth

What you want from a nigga?...