Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

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

in the spot 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 will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in I've been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and your
I got a for your thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave your on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The sprayin; with or without you
Make your whistle without you. Young
I'm still official you
Still that nigga all the whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his like its about you
You can't me that everything he spits that its not true
Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter with my back it all
a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young

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

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

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

Everywhere you go, in tha house(if you soft up the chain)
The crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha llamas goin
goin pray
But we real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next meal
The in on tha job
Gotta get in we fit in
Not rid the show and the is growin
Baby need new shoes, and you on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off terrell owens
Hella mornice
You better hold your ground, if you a house
Then the fours will blow you down and its to the home town. Yes

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