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

Chillin in the spot in my stance
Don't make four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and your
I got a nickel for thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops and get you
The guns sprayin; with or you
your body whistle without you. Young
I'm official without you
that nigga all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his like its about 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 in the hall. Young

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

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

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; 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, then tha llamas spray
goin pray
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 kids is
Baby new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the spot showin off like owens
Hella mornice
You better hold ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours will blow you and its back to the home town. Yes

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