Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn's Finest

Okay, I'm
You motherfuckers, think you big
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big
come the, "Pain"

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

Peep the and the way the cops sweat us
The number one is can the feds get us
I got vendettas in games against ass betters
And niggaz who pump and drive Jettas
Take witcha

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

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

Who shot ya? Mob ties Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I paid them yet
Tryin' to push 700's, ain't made them yet
Rolex and is frostbit, rings too
'round the way call me Igloo Stix, who?

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 ya drawers
represent y'all, hit you fold
You crazy, think little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
Jigga,

And Bigga
My flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, my road to riches
62's, gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin', police van
D's at my knockin'

What? Keep
No more, Mister Nice Guy, I twist shit
The fuck with them pistols, blazin'
Hot like cajun, hotter than even holdin' at the
Days Inn with New York plates
Get up outta there, fuck ride

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

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

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

Me and had two spots
The two for five hits, the blue tops
go, Coolio mean 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
butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga,
Brook-Nam, on

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

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

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, Brooklyn's
You rewind
Represetin' BK to the