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 shot for

Chillin in the spot in my stance
Don't make four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock, more advanced
So this will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case 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 cops and get you
The sprayin; with or without you
Make your body whistle you. Young
I'm still without you
Still nigga all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his like its about you
You can't tell me that he spits that its not true
Im the crack in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all
Took a lighter, my name in the hall. Young

stand up, Brooklyn; 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 round the I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the heart of the
So on the fourth or July, we would always by
Man I ran through the bushes, pounds from tha dreads
They had the beef patties and cocoa bread
the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall
Where was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green they aint blend
safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the low like niggas snatch polo off your chest
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the come out to play
Nigga you better roll deep through coney island
theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; you hands up
If you wit me, a shot 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, 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 show and the is growin
Baby need new shoes, and you on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off like owens
mornice nigga
You better hold ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours will blow you down and its to the home town. Yes

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