Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

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

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

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

Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights real
Moved to the marcy project round the time I was
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, bought from tha dreads
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, change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they blend
Wasnt 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 come out to play
Nigga you better roll 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 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 goin
Mamas goin
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next
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 on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off terrell owens
mornice nigga
You hold your ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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