Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

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Now say you ain't never suppose to envy no man
Can't tell to a dingy old man
Who see a young nigga getting plently man
Icy Audemar, Hendy gold
With a mean girl like Lindsay
why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan
Trust it's gon' you roll on us
Know it's gon' blow for my
Why you try with that guy
Scene told you he it G
We can bang the two chains 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 with a squeezer and a
And I'm goin out like Keyshia the uzi

They about it, we all about it
making plans, we sit and counting
Our cheddar stack it's just a mountain
You about it 'cause she running her mouth
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 running his

Fuck around and feel the of a high nigga
I get busy throw your 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 take my
I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
Street rules, watch your and your jewels
A front, throw the gat to the fool
wanna move but's getting blasted
Streets to a flows the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces like
to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
MC's a hard time believing
I with death, hard to kill like Steven
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's
You got a better chance playing
What you nigga?

Ah, Yo
Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all 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 know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the
The kings of the music and the kings of the cross
fire then 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 what's hot
How the fuck any of you think you feeling my spot
Why you getting mad at us, we shit on your floors
All in your nigga, our strategies is different from yours
Listen, you you can do it while I continue to preach
Snoop, fam, bigger of the stand if you can't reach

Uhhh,
Fox B.I.G.
Who fucking with Fox, who it with I
a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky
Got my Fross shit on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle-round I gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, 'em how we switch
From the Bentley blinds spur 'em with the six
Bed-Stuy up y'all, what up with your girl
How she leave dude broke tell them boys on
I'm in the G5 Jedi, what's your chrome
'Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti the dead-eye
My nigga got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel ain't the same since Homo got
Nasty with the pistol, nasty the clit
See I'm a beast it, fucking 'til I'm crippled
Ill nuns squeezing the
Bog roll dutty, Fox and

Run for your gun you
B.I.G. I'm a get them
you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens gon' work that noggie
In the lack a sack go and put it on the mat
What it do nephew (Where at?)
Uh, turning it out, run in your
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker running your mouth

What you want from a nigga?...