Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

Is in here tonight?

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We right BIG
boy sittin on top like a hair wig
Bed-Stuy fly or sick
New York, walk the Brownsville grill, ill

You see I got a Fort lean
Clinton Hills, chill Red look, man
Ain't no shook hands in
Son life can be took man

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

I make 'em 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 game in my Daddy Kane
Niggas it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang, bang

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

Big B's on the
Spread love the Brooklyn way, B it feel?
I'm on my Thicke shit
Shit ever get thick I'm 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, Brooklyn the fuck?

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

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

East New York will shoot you, they dap homey
Brownsville rob ya, they clap your homey
Bed-Stuy, get you killed for a hundred
Get a Coney Island to pull 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, a like it or not thing, nah mean?
This one is for
I'm in my Bed-Stuy fly you know, sick
I walk East New York walk, Brownsville grill
Got my Fort Greene lean, Clinton chill

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