Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

BK; stand up, throw your hands 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 than Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum will 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 nickel for your thoughts, make your trickle
your smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The guns with or without you
your body whistle without you. Young
I'm official without you
that nigga all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics its about you
You can't tell me that everything he spits its not true
Im the crack in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all
Took a lighter, 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
Moved to the project round the time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the of the sty'
So on the fourth or July, we would stop by
Man I ran through the bushes, bought pounds from tha
had the best beef patties and cocoa bread
Played the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas aint blend
safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like niggas snatch off your chest
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors out to play
Nigga you roll deep goin through coney island
Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in

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

Everywhere you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you up the chain)
The crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha goin spray
goin pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next
The in on tha job
get in where we fit in
Not rid the show and the is growin
Baby new shoes, and you sitting 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 strong
Then the fours will blow you down and its to the home town. Yes

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