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, lick a shot for

in the spot in my b-boy stance
Don't this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock, vulinicly more
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 blood
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the come and get you
The guns sprayin; or without you
Make body whistle without you. Young
I'm official without you
Still nigga 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 a fighter with my back against it all
a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young

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

Grew up on 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 pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they aint blend
safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like niggas snatch 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
Cause one way out nigga, one way in nigga

{BK; stand up, 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, tha llamas goin spray
Mamas pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next
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 sitting on
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the spot showin off like terrell
Hella mornice
You better hold your ground, if you a strong
Then the fours will you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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