Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

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

Chillin in the spot in my b-boy
Don't make this four-fifth kick like lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum will foil your plans, how I'm doin em man
I two in hand, in case I've been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and twin
I got a for your thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the come and get you
The guns sprayin; with or you
Make your body whistle you. Young
I'm official without you
Still that all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics like its you
You can't tell me that everything he 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

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

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

stand 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
goin pray
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 show and the kids is
Baby new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off like terrell
Hella mornice
You hold your ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours will blow you and its back to the home town. Yes

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