Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

1, 2, 3, and...

Now they say you ain't never suppose to no man
Can't tell that to a old man
Who see a young getting plently dough man
Icy Audemar, Hendy gold
a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
That's why I keep the 9 in the door pan
Trust it's bust you roll on us
Know it's gon' blow for my
Why would you try that guy
told you he keep 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 in the deck nigga
Right now a squeezer and a coozie
And I'm goin out like with the uzi

They about 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 trying to hide it
I'm cool as ever, too excited
Her man like, he want to fight
But he ain't doing nothing, but running his

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, be grabbing me
that 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
Street rules, your pockets and your jewels
A nigga front, throw the gat to the
Necks wanna move but's getting
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto
As I release like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your fast
MC's a hard time believing
I mark with death, hard to kill like
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black motto
You got a better playing lotto
you want nigga?

Ah, Yo
Now watch me all over the beat
Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the
The general consensus is you'll be the fleet
Bitch raw, and let me to bring the heat
You who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
The kings of the crap music and the kings of the
Niggas fire drop shit like the purest 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 time to cook and you what's really hot
How the fuck any of you think you feeling my spot
Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on floors
All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from
Listen, you come you can do it 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
a shot 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 blinds spur kill 'em with the six
Bed-Stuy what up y'all, what up your girl
How she leave dude broke tell them on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn what's chrome
'Cause that niggas lying home if the with the dead-eye
My Neck got hit up in his truck
And no ain't the same since Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, with the clit
See I'm a beast with it, fucking I'm crippled
Ill squeezing the lhama
Bog dutty, Fox and Poppa

Run for your gun you
B.I.G. I'm a get them
Don't you worry 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, turning it out, run in your
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker running your mouth

What you really from a nigga?...