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 shot for

Chillin in the spot in my b-boy
Don't make this four-fifth like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum will foil your plans, how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts, make blood trickle
Leave your on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The guns sprayin; or without you
Make your body without you. Young
I'm official without you
Still that nigga all the bitches about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics its about you
You can't tell me that everything he that its not true
Im from the in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all
a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young

{BK; stand up, 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 the time 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, pounds from tha dreads
They had the best patties and cocoa bread
Played the album square mall straight round the time I was tall
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort niggas they aint blend
Wasnt 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, where the come out to play
Nigga you better roll deep goin through island
Cause one way out nigga, one way in nigga

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw you 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 is in rout
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha llamas spray
goin pray
But we respect real, you act a sheep, you goin be the next meal
The in on tha job
Gotta get in we fit in
Not rid the show and the is growin
Baby need new shoes, and you on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the showin off like terrell owens
Hella mornice
You better your ground, if you a strong house
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, lick a for biggie}x2