Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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We here BIG
Your boy sittin on top a hair wig
Bed-Stuy fly or sick
East New York, walk the grill, ill

You see I got a Fort lean
Clinton Hills, chill Red look, man
no shook hands in Brooklyn
Son your can be took man

threw off bridges
One hard top, two bitches
Ride through the with two fo fifths
Phantom up like two door fridges

I 'em change the New York digits
718 to 187
To 212 to 211
Your back with a new one son

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

I'm back on my bully
The Bushwick black hoodie shit
Half a billion bank
stop, anybody what's your bank hold?

Big B's on the
Spread the Brooklyn way, B how's it feel?
I'm on my Robin shit
Shit ever get thick I'm back to robbin niggas

Trick, clip, up, all you niggas
pull your panties up
Whole borough is with me hold your up
Buck one for Bucktown, Brooklyn the fuck?

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I'm right hoe
East New York Uncle feelin good
I hooked up with Jigga got my out the hood
Marcy is now look at niggas
Now they can't say Jay ain't sign a nigga

Where at? Where Brooklyn at?
Shootin somebody up for gettin off the
Or to the club lookin for somethin to dap
Or runnin up in the crib like the safe at?

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

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

Ha son, a like it or not thing, nah mean?
one is for Brooklyn
I'm in my Bed-Stuy fly you know, Bushwick
I walk that East New walk, Brownsville grill
Got my Fort Greene lean, Clinton chill

Red Hook look, that push, nah mean?
Cypress feel, Crown Heights tight with it
The Williamsburg swerve, Coney Island on 'em
Canarsie flossin, Slope dope you know
Ya dig, its for