Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

1, 2, 3, and...

Now they say you ain't never to envy no man
Can't tell that to a old man
Who see a young nigga plently dough man
Icy Audemar, Hendy band
With a mean girl Lindsay Lohan
That's why I the 9 in the Bentley door pan
Trust gon' bust 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 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 in the deck nigga
Right now a squeezer and a coozie
And I'm goin out like Keyshia the uzi

They about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and
Our cheddar stack just like a mountain
You heard about it 'cause she running her
She to ride, and she's trying to hide it
I'm as ever, she's too excited
Her man look like, he want to
But he ain't doing nothing, but his mouth

Fuck and feel the fury of a high nigga
When I get busy throw your hands in the sky
I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be me
Knowing that rather be stabbing me
All up in my back to take my track
When I to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, your pockets and your jewels
A nigga front, the gat to the fool
wanna move but's getting blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill 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 come I'm leaving, the man's motto
You got a better chance playing
What you 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 dominating
raw, and let me continue to bring 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 then drop shit like the purest of powder
That's why most of niggas little song be sounding like ours
years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now same niggas are put our face in the shrine
Yeah I a little time to cook and show you what's really hot
How the any of you niggas think you feeling my spot
Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on floors
All in house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
Listen, you come you can do it while I to preach
Snoop, fam, bigger of the stand if you can't reach

Uhhh,
Fox B.I.G.
Who fucking with Fox, who want it I
Bust a for me and Big from the villfredo sky
Got my Joan Fross on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we
From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em the six
what up y'all, what up with your girl
How she dude broke tell them boys on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, what's your chrome
'Cause that lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My Neck got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel the same since Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, with the clit
See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm
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 worry about a thing,
I got a few that's gon' work that noggie
In the lack a sack go and put it on the mat
What it do nephew (Where at?)
Uh, it out, run in your house
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit running mouth

What you really from a nigga?...