Hilton Paradise-From the concrete jungle

(Intro)
Écoutez bien, tout ça va secouer.
Reculez des murs, laissez le sol répondre.
C’est Brooklyn Bounce dans la zone rouge.
On est en direct, là, tout de suite.
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(Chorus)
Brooklyn Bounce, yeah, we own the night,
From the concrete jungle, burning ever so bright.
Feel the energy, let it fill your soul,
Losing all control, making us whole.
Brooklyn Bounce, a movement, a force,
No turning back, staying on this course.

(Verse 1)
We came crashing in loud, in beat-up boots,
The packed-out room breathing through a drainpipe.
This is for the ones right in the middle of the crowd,
Hands up, eyes sharp, nowhere to hide.
Feel that hit? It lands and keeps moving,
Tonight we bend this road and take it with us.
Just sound.
(Verse 2)
The bass drum hits, a rumble in your chest,
Every nerve awake, putting us to the test.
No need for words, the rhythm speaks so clear,
Lost in the moment, shaking off all fear.
The lights flash wild, a blur against the dark,
Leaving our worries, making our own mark.
Just us.
(Chorus)
Brooklyn Bounce, yeah, we own the night,
From the concrete jungle, burning ever so bright.
Feel the energy, let it fill your soul,
Losing all control, making us whole.
Brooklyn Bounce, a movement, a force,
No turning back, staying on this course.
(Bridge)
From the subway hum to the rooftop view,
Every beat a pulse, something fresh and new.
We built this sound from the ground up, strong and true,
A symphony of chaos, breaking through.
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(Chorus)
Brooklyn Bounce, yeah, we own the night,
From the concrete jungle, burning ever so bright.
Feel the energy, let it fill your soul,
Losing all control, making us whole.
Brooklyn Bounce, a movement, a force,
No turning back, staying on this course.


(Outro)

We ain't stopping. Not tonight.
This is our city. This is our sound.
(This is our sound.)
(This is our sound.)(This is our sound.)(This is our sound.)(This is our sound.)(This is our sound.)