Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

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Now they say you never suppose to envy no man
Can't tell to a dingy old man
Who see a young getting plently dough man
Icy Audemar, gold band
With a mean girl like Lindsay
That's why I keep the 9 in the door pan
Trust gon' bust you roll on us
Know it's blow for my dough
Why would you try that guy
told 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 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 Keyshia with the uzi

They talk it, we all about it
They plans, we sit and counting
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 as ever, she's too excited
Her man look like, he want to
But he ain't nothing, but running his mouth

Fuck around and feel the of a high nigga
When I get busy throw hands in the sky nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be 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 like
Street rules, watch your pockets and jewels
A nigga front, throw the gat to the
Necks wanna move but's getting
Streets to a flows the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces like
Stuck to your ass, tissue when your wiping fast
MC's a hard time believing
I mark with death, hard to kill like
When come I'm leaving, the black man's motto
You got a better chance playing
What you nigga?

Ah, Yo
Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the
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 kings of the block, the of the drops
The of the crap music and the kings of the cross
Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of
That's why most of niggas little song be sounding like ours
Couple ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now same niggas are idolizing put our in the shrine
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 house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
Listen, you you can do it while I continue to preach
Snoop, fam, Bust of the stand if you can't reach

Uhhh,
Fox B.I.G.
Who with Fox, who want it with I
Bust a shot for me and Big from the 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, show 'em how we
the Bentley blinds 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 lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga Neck got hit up in his
And no Stranel the same since Homo got touched
with the pistol, nasty with the clit
See I'm a beast with it, 'til I'm crippled
Ill nuns the lhama
Bog roll dutty, Fox and

Run for gun you suckers
B.I.G. I'm a get motherfuckers
Don't you about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's work 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 really from a nigga?...