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, a shot for biggie

Chillin in the in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy
You I'm smarter than Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case I've drinkin
double; I got one for you and your twin
I got a for your thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the come and get you
The sprayin; with or without you
Make your body whistle you. Young
I'm still official 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 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; up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up
If you wit me, lick a for biggie}x2

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

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

Everywhere you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you up the chain)
The crooks is in tha house, the is in rout
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha llamas goin
Mamas pray
But we real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next meal
The in on tha job
get in where we fit in
Not rid the show and the kids is
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 strong
Then the fours blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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