Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn

Is in here tonight?

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

You see I got a Fort Greene
Hills, chill Red Hook look, man
Ain't no hands in Brooklyn
Son your life can be man

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

I make 'em change the New digits
718 to 187
To 212 to 211
Your boy's back a new one son

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I'm here Fab, wavin the flag
I'm Nostrand Ave
I came to take the game in my Daddy Kane
gave it up smooth they didn't want to hear the bang, bang

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

Big B's on the
Spread love the Brooklyn way, B how's it
I'm on my Robin Thicke
Shit ever get thick I'm to robbin niggas quick

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

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I'm here hoe
East New York Uncle Murda 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 a Brooklyn nigga

Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Shootin somebody up for gettin off the
Or goin to the club for somethin to dap
Or runnin up in the like where the safe at?

East New will shoot you, they dap your homey
will rob ya, they clap your 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
had dudes scared to rep they borough
Uncle Murda, I'm a rep to the
Like in the club I throw bullets, 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 that New York walk, Brownsville grill
Got my Fort Greene lean, Clinton Hills

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