Luyện nghe bài hát B.K. Anthem

Lemme tell you I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up
fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who that?

I grew up in the borough B.K
Where B.I.G had everybody D.K
Gav was the dude wit' the CLK
And bricks was gettin' shipped east L..A
It's

niggaz lives was taken
Rich cats got knocked and wallets was taken
Fourth, Green and Hemlock, the fifth bit
We cried they killed Lenox and popped them rough
(Aiy yo, ya hear, what {the fuck} I just said?

B K the of Biggie and Jay
niggaz got Will Smith ships, get jiggy all day
Bitches that in the city all day
and koch, crack spots, federal watch
I grew up here, sip mo', threw up
Yo the feds two up here, in B.K
Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and
got rich from still wells and P.A

Lemme tell you where I up at
Sip mo', up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got vests shoot up at
beef ! Who want that?

Lemme tell you where I up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, up that
Where thugs got they vests shoot up at
beef ! Who want that?

Brooklyn! The borough
You come here front, you might die in borough
The east, the feelin' best in this borough
Full of projects, the borough
Try to figure out which is through
From C.I. to Saint is carryin' cons

Niggaz Coogi and Dolce Gaban's
So women here make a just carryin' bombs
We pop cocks a little bit and we floss a bit
In the club, out Cris', pour us a little bit
I told that my borough is through
I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the
day, still in the hood and so ghetto

Brook non, back, get your crook on
from the seven one eight, we raised the eight
Every poppy raise the way to that eight

Lemme you where I grew up at
Sip mo', up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want

tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who that?

B K nigga, get yo' vest ate up
Over them chips, you get S.Ked up
They find you in the back of the buildin' up
All for the love of this we misled
By twenty-one will be dead
By twenty-two the rest of these are bein' feds

We got change but we still up

The feds takin' prints when we the drops up
B.K. open up, get up
You know whats the borough cats drive wit' the box in the truck

Try locked up, wrist be rocked up
Yellin' out "Get down, lay down we pop up!"
Blocks so hot we drop the wit' tops up
Windows tinted, you can't see in it
Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn!

Lemme you where I grew up at
Sip mo', up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they vests up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who that?

Lemme you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, coke, blew up that
Where fake got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn ! Who want that?

tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who that?

Lemme you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, up that
Where fake thugs got they shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want

B.K. borough bitches, ain't nuttin' but the in here
The streets of New York, real niggaz, real happen nigga
Fuck you all 'bout bang outs, get busy?
Fuck and all that nigga, real niggaz
nigga!