Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, you big time?
Fuckin' Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time
Here the, "Pain"

Jigga, jigga, bigga,
Nigga, how you figure, how you
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Peep the style and the way the sweat us
The number one question is can the get us
I got in dice games against ass betters
And niggaz who pump wheels and Jettas
Take that

Hit ya, back ya, fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell
your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle,
Sprinkle coke on the floor, it drug related
Most it

Can't fade it while y'all pump Willie, I run up in silly
Scared, so you sent your little to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the
Squeezed off on him, them paramedics
Breathin' on him
What's ya

Who ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't them yet
Tryin' to 700's, they ain't made them yet
and bracelets is frostbit, rings too
Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix,

Jay-Z and Smalls
shit ya drawers
Where you
Brooklyn, out for all
Marcy, right, you don't stop
Bed-Stuy, you won't stop,

What, what,
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you
You crazy, your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
Jigga,

And baby
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious,
three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62's, gem stars, my moms
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my doors

Keep rockin'
No more, Mister Nice Guy, I your shit
The fuck back with pistols, blazin'
Hot cajun, hotter than even holdin' work at the
Days Inn with New plates outside
Get up outta there, your ride

Keep your hands high, gets steeper here comes
The Grim Reaper, Frank Wright, leave the keys to
In-tegra, that's right, chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's me
You're holdin' more drugs a pharmacy, you ain't harmin' me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the
And six shots just in case, Brooklyn

Jay-Z and Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
Crown Heights, you stop
Brownsville, you won't stop, nigga,
Hah hah, Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga ya drawers
we from? Brooklyn goin' out to all
Bushwick, you don't
Fort Greene, you stop, niggaz

Yeah, yeah,
For nine six, the MC with a flue
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what tryin' to do
Made a off Peru, extradite, China white heron
please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way here on clear? Gone

Me and had two spots
The two for dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio it's gettin' "Too Hot"
If Fay' had
She'd probably have
Get it?

Time to separate the pros from the
The from the bronze
That butter soft shit that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a nigga, huh?
Brook-Nam, on

Cristal forever, play the crib when mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep
In they Marc Buchanans usually cinco
The shell sink slow, ya
Mad slugs through Nautica
I'm warnin' ya, hah, what the

Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya
Where you from? Brooklyn out to all
Flatbush, you don't
Redhook, you stop, nigga, Brooklyn
and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Where you from? Brooklyn out to all
New York, you don't stop
Clinton Hill, you won't stop,
Is Brooklyn in the

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, M.A.F.I.A.
click, Brooklyn's finest
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