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

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

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

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

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

Everywhere you go, 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 spray
Mamas goin
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 and the kids is growin
Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the spot showin off like terrell
mornice nigga
You better your ground, if you a strong house
the fours will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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