Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

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Now they say you never suppose to envy no man
Can't that to a dingy old man
Who see a young nigga getting plently man
Icy Audemar, gold band
With a mean girl like Lindsay
That's why I keep the 9 in the door pan
Trust it's gon' bust you on us
it's gon' blow for my dough
Why would you try with guy
told you he keep it G
We can like the two chains on my neck
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 nigga
Right now with a squeezer and a
And I'm out like Keyshia with the uzi

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

Fuck around and feel the 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 they'd be stabbing me
All up in my back to take my track
When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like
Street rules, your pockets and your jewels
A front, throw the gat to the fool
Necks wanna move but's getting
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto
As I masterpieces like adhesive
Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your fast
MC's have a time believing
I mark with death, to kill like Steven
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's
You got a better chance playing
What you want

Ah, Yo
Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the
Now watch me all over the street
The general consensus is be the dominating 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 and the kings of the cross
Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of
That's why most of these niggas little be sounding like ours
years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine
Yeah I took a little time to cook and you what's really hot
How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my
Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on floors
All in your house nigga, our strategies is from yours
Listen, you come you can do it I continue to preach
Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the if you can't reach

Uhhh,
Fox B.I.G.
Who fucking Fox, who want it with I
Bust a shot for me and Big from the sky
Got my Joan Fross shit on, hop off my
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on 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 with girl
How she leave dude broke tell them boys on
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn your chrome
'Cause niggas lying home 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 the pistol, nasty 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 gun you suckers
B.I.G. I'm a get motherfuckers
Don't you worry about a thing,
I got a few chickens that's work that noggie
In the lack with a go and put it on the mat
What it do nephew (Where at?)
Uh, turning it out, run in house
Gun in mouth, motherfucker quit running your mouth

What you want from a nigga?...