Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

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

Chillin in the in my b-boy stance
make this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock, vulinicly advanced
So this aluminum will your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in I've been drinkin
Seein I got one for you and your twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts, make blood trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the come and get you
The guns with or without you
Make body whistle without you. Young
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 in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all
a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw 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 in the heart of the sty'
So on the fourth or July, we would stop by
Man I ran the bushes, bought pounds from tha dreads
They had the best beef 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 they aint blend
Wasnt on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like 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
theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga

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

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 goin
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you be the next meal
The in on tha job
get in where we fit in
Not rid the show and the is growin
Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off terrell owens
Hella nigga
You better hold your ground, if you a house
Then the fours will blow you down and its back to the town. Yes

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