Luyện nghe bài hát Mouth To Mouth

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

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Now they say you ain't never to envy no man
Can't that to a dingy old man
Who see a young nigga plently dough man
Icy Audemar, gold band
With a mean girl like Lohan
That's why I the 9 in the Bentley 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 like the two chains on my
The hood is Iraq I'm Hussein in the
The coupe's up 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 Keyshia with the uzi

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

Fuck around and feel the fury of a nigga
When I get busy your hands in the sky nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, be grabbing me
Knowing that they'd be stabbing me
All up in my back trying to take my
When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your
A front, throw the gat to the fool
Necks wanna move but's getting
Streets to a from the ill ghetto bastard
As I release masterpieces like
Stuck to your ass, like when your wiping fast
have a hard time believing
I with death, hard to kill like Steven
When Jake come I'm leaving, the black motto
You got a chance playing lotto
you want 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 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 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 like
Couple ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
Now same are idolizing put our face in the shrine
Yeah I took a time to cook and show you what's really 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 come you can do it 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 want it I
a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky
Got my Joan shit on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this
Pull up the Phantom, 'em how we switch
From the Bentley blinds kill 'em with the six
what up y'all, what up with your girl
How she leave dude tell them boys on work
I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn what's chrome
'Cause that niggas lying if the tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga got hit up in his truck
And no Stranel ain't the since Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the
See I'm a beast with it, 'til 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 about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' that noggie
In the with a sack 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 quit your mouth

What you really from a nigga?...