Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

BK; up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up
If you wit me, lick a for biggie

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

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

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

{BK; up, Brooklyn; throw 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 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
get in where we fit in
Not rid the and the kids is growin
Baby new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the spot off like terrell owens
mornice nigga
You better hold ground, if you a strong house
the fours will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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