Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

B-I up?
Long as I got a voice, you got a 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 four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter 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 I got one for you and your twin
I got a nickel for thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, the cops come and get you
The guns sprayin; or without you
your body whistle without you. Young
I'm still official 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 spits its not true
Im from the crack in the a fighter with my back against it all
a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young

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

Grew up on ave, my sights real high
to the marcy project round the time I was five
Had a in the heart of the sty'
So on the fourth or July, we would stop by
Man I ran through the bushes, pounds from tha dreads
They had the best beef patties and bread
Played the album square mall straight round the time I was tall
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses green niggas they aint blend
safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like snatch polo off your chest
East new york, brushwick, fuck it, the BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come out to
Nigga you better roll deep through coney island
theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga

{BK; up, Brooklyn; throw you hands up
If you wit me, lick a shot for

you go, brooklyns 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 on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off like owens
mornice nigga
You better hold your ground, if you a strong
Then the fours will blow you down and its to the home town. Yes

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