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 hands up
If you wit me, lick a for biggie

Chillin in the spot in my b-boy
Don't this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm than Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum will foil plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case I've drinkin
Seein I got one for you and your twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts, make your trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, the cops come and get you
The guns with or without you
Make body whistle without you. Young
I'm still official you
that nigga 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 in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all
Took a lighter, left my name in the hall.

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

Grew up on Lexington ave, my real high
Moved to the marcy 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 through the bushes, bought pounds tha dreads
They had the best beef patties and cocoa
Played the square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall
Where was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they blend
safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like niggas snatch polo off chest
East new york, brushwick, it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come out to
Nigga you better roll deep goin through island
Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in

{BK; stand up, 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 is in rout
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha llamas goin
Mamas goin
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 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
Hella nigga
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