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 than Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum will foil your plans, that's how I'm em man
I Keep two in hand, in case been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and your
I got a for your thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops and get you
The guns with or without you
Make your whistle without you. Young
I'm still 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; up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up
If you wit me, a shit for biggie}x2

Grew up on ave, my sights real high
to the marcy project round the time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the of the sty'
So on the fourth or July, we would always by
Man I ran through the bushes, bought from tha dreads
They had the beef patties and cocoa bread
Played the album square mall straight the time I was gettin tall
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha
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 chest
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, the warriors come out to play
you better roll deep goin through coney island
Cause one way out nigga, one way in nigga

stand up, Brooklyn; 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 crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha llamas goin
Mamas pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next
The in on tha job
get in where we fit in
Not rid the and the kids is growin
Baby need new shoes, and you on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot off like terrell owens
mornice nigga
You better hold your ground, if you a house
Then the fours blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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