Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

B-I up?
as I got a voice, you got a voice my nigga. Yessir

BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw hands up
If you wit me, a shot for biggie

Chillin in the in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm than Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum will foil your plans, how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts, your blood trickle
your smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The guns with or without you
Make body whistle without you. Young
I'm still without you
Still that all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics like its you
You can't tell me that everything he that its not true
Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter my back against it all
Took a lighter, left my name in the hall.

stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up
If you wit me, a shit for biggie}x2

Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights real
Moved to the marcy project round the time I was
Had a great-grandmother in the heart of the
So on the fourth or July, we always stop by
Man I ran through the bushes, bought pounds tha dreads
They had the beef patties and cocoa bread
Played the album square mall straight round the time I was tall
niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. houses fort green niggas they aint blend
safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like niggas polo off your chest
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors out to play
Nigga you better roll deep goin through island
theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; you hands up
If you wit me, a shot for biggie}x2

Everywhere you go, in tha house(if you soft up the chain)
The is in tha house, the jooks is in rout
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha llamas spray
goin pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the meal
The in on tha job
Gotta get in we fit in
Not rid the show and the kids is
Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the showin off like terrell owens
Hella mornice
You better hold your ground, if you a house
Then the fours blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

{BK; stand up, throw your hands up
If you wit me, a shot for biggie}x2