Luyện nghe bài hát B.K. Anthem

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

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

Where niggaz lives was
Rich cats got knocked and they was taken
Fourth, and Hemlock, the fifth bit cock
We cried when they killed and popped them rough
(Aiy yo, ya ain't hear, what {the fuck} I just

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

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

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

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

rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban's
So women here a livin' 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 y'all that my is through
I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the
Same day, still in the and so ghetto

non, holla back, get your crook on
Live from the seven one eight, we raised the
time poppy raise the way to that eight

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

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

It's B K nigga, get yo' ate up
Over chips, you could get S.Ked up
They find you in the back of the buildin' up
All for the love of paper; we misled
By twenty-one will be dead
By twenty-two the rest of dudes are bein' feds

We got but we still fucked up

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

Try pound up, wrist be rocked up
Yellin' out "Get down, lay down we pop up!"
so hot we drop the rocks 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', threw up at, flip coke, blew up
Where fake thugs got they shoot up at
beef ! Who want that?

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

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

Lemme 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. borough bitches, nuttin' but the best in here
The streets of New York, niggaz, real shit happen nigga
Fuck you all know bang outs, get busy?
Fuck and all that nigga, real niggaz
nigga!