Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

Is in here tonight?

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We right BIG
Your boy on top like a hair wig
fly or Bushwick 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 hands in
Son your can be took man

Then threw off
One hard top, two bitches
Ride through the borough with two fo
open up like two door fridges

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

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

I'm on my bully shit
The Flatbush black hoodie shit
Half a billion bank
Bank stop, anybody your bank hold?

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 back to niggas quick

Trick, clip, ante up, all you
pull your panties up
Whole borough is with me your cannons up
one for Bucktown, Brooklyn what the fuck?

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

Where Brooklyn at? 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?

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

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

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

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