Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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We right BIG
Your boy on top like a hair wig
Bed-Stuy fly or sick
East New York, the Brownsville grill, ill

You see I got a Fort Greene
Hills, chill Red Hook look, man
Ain't no shook in Brooklyn
Son your life can be man

Then threw off
One top, two soft bitches
through the borough with two fo fifths
Phantom open up like two fridges

I make 'em change the New York
718 to 187
To 212 to 211
Your boy's back a new one son

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I'm right here Fab, the flag
I'm from Ave
I came to take the game in my Daddy Kane
Niggas gave it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang,

I'm on my bully shit
The Flatbush Bushwick black hoodie
Half a bank roll
Bank stop, anybody what's your bank

Big B's on the
Spread love the Brooklyn way, B how's it
I'm on my Thicke shit
Shit ever get thick I'm to robbin niggas quick

Trick, clip, ante up, all you
Britney pull your up
Whole borough is with me hold your up
Buck one for Bucktown, what the fuck?

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I'm here hoe
East New Uncle Murda feelin good
I hooked up with Jigga got my grandma out the
Marcy is back now look at
Now they can't say Jay ain't a Brooklyn nigga

Where Brooklyn at? Where at?
Shootin up for gettin off the packs
Or goin to the club lookin for to dap
Or runnin up in the like where the safe at?

East New York will you, they dap your homey
Brownsville will rob ya, they clap your
Bed-Stuy, get you killed for a grams
Get a Coney Island nigga to the trigga man, C.I. what up?

Ask Flex, he used to run the
Brooklyn had dudes scared to rep they
Uncle Murda, I'm a rep to the
Like Shyne in the I throw bullets, bullets

Ha son, it's a like it or not thing, nah
This one is for
I'm in my Bed-Stuy fly you know, sick
I walk that East New walk, Brownsville grill
Got my Greene lean, Clinton Hills chill

Red look, that Flatbush push, nah mean?
Cypress Hill feel, Crown tight with it
The Williamsburg swerve, Island stylin on 'em
flossin, Park Slope dope you know
Ya dig, its for