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 your up
If you wit me, lick a for biggie

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, vulinicly more
So aluminum will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case I've been
Seein double; I got one for you and your
I got a nickel for thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The guns sprayin; with or you
Make your body whistle without you.
I'm still without you
Still that nigga all the bitches about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his like its about you
You tell me that everything he spits that its not true
Im from the crack in the a fighter with my back against it all
a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your up
If you wit me, lick a shit for

Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights high
Moved to the 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 through the bushes, bought pounds from tha
They had the beef patties and cocoa bread
the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin on tha floor
18, roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they aint blend
Wasnt on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the low like niggas snatch polo off your chest
East new york, brushwick, fuck it, the BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come out to
Nigga you better roll deep through coney island
theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga

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

Everywhere you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you up the chain)
The is in tha house, the jooks is in rout
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha goin spray
Mamas goin
But we real, you act like 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 is growin
need new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the spot off like terrell owens
mornice nigga
You better hold your ground, if you a house
Then the fours will blow you down and its to the home town. Yes

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