Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

B-I up?
Long as I got a voice, you got a my nigga. Yessir

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

Chillin in the spot in my b-boy
Don't make this four-fifth kick bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum will foil 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 cops and get you
The sprayin; with or without you
your body whistle without you. Young
I'm still without you
Still that all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics its about you
You can't tell me that everything he spits its not true
Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter my back against it all
Took a lighter, left my in the hall. Young

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

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 fourth or July, we would always by
Man I ran through the bushes, bought pounds tha dreads
had the best beef patties and cocoa bread
Played the album square mall straight round the I was gettin tall
niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they aint
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, fuck it, the BK
Brownsville, the warriors come out to play
Nigga you better deep goin through coney island
Cause one way out nigga, one way in nigga

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

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 goin
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you be the next 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
mornice nigga
You better hold your ground, if you a strong
Then the fours will blow you and its back to the home town. Yes

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