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, lick a for biggie

in the spot in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like lee roy pants
You I'm smarter than 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 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
your body whistle without you. Young
I'm official without you
Still that nigga all the whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics its about you
You can't tell me everything he spits that its not true
Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter my back against it all
Took a lighter, my name in the hall. Young

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

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

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

you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you soft up the chain)
The crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in
The on tha way
first, then tha llamas goin spray
Mamas goin
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the meal
The in on tha job
get in where we fit in
Not rid the show and the is growin
Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off like terrell
Hella nigga
You better hold your ground, if you a strong
Then the fours will 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