Luyện nghe bài hát Seven One Eight

Brooklyn, the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it
Brooklyn, the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it

Brooklyn, from the seven one it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one it goes
Brooklyn, from the one eight it goes
Brooklyn, the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it
Brooklyn, the seven one eight it goes

BK is you wit me New York
Everywhere else you can up my titties
Eat a Big Mac and go to
In an old fuck it yo it ain't hard to tell
That we got party on smash
Now we gonna put you on
in my shit list you dead last
Face look you did a hundred yard dash

In a 90 yard gym you look
Bootleg tap a keg spread it mustard
On my always fun
Got girls out on the run
Scared and they lookin' they saw a gun
Maybe they did they crib
That's I woke up this morning
'Cause he said you boring
Don't like him anyway he was
You can have his ass back while I'm out

Brooklyn, the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one it goes
Brooklyn, from the one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the one eight it goes
Brooklyn, the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it

Yo Brooklyn, yo Bronx, Manhattan, yo
Staten Island, yo Jersey and in between yo
Holla if you or an English bloke
And if you know what I mean
Baseball bat in the back
Of Matt's car and I travel far
Much further than you Metro Card
Betcho ass is on

okay so am I, psyche
Still gonna put my thing tonight
One time for mind five of a kind
Look at all the people how they lined up
At the they want more
I bring grams to the crackers s'mores
Say oh no, say hell yeah, oh no, hell
Now shots in the air

Brooklyn, from the one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one it goes
Brooklyn, from the one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it
Brooklyn, from the one eight it goes

I got a big ass wad of nothing in my
Still my fans get me high like
At the show we go
Backstage underage and I it slow
Oh my God the matter?
We get hot sex served on a
Nick nack paddy givin' Matt a boner
So much paper but we stoners

Go'n get for the night
Don't act a child tonight yo
Fancy got me dancin', you take off pants and
You get rude in underoos
So so moved by my rap
Yo what the fuck is with you?
What the fuck you think we came here to do
yo shit shake yo shit
Do it, do it like this, can you it?