Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

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We here BIG
Your boy sittin on top like a wig
fly or Bushwick sick
East New York, walk the grill, ill

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

Then off bridges
One hard top, two soft
Ride through the borough two fo fifths
open 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, wavin the
I'm from Ave
I came to take the in my Daddy Kane chain
gave it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang, bang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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