Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

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

in the spot in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy
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 smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The sprayin; with or without you
Make your body without you. Young
I'm still official you
that nigga all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics like its you
You can't tell me that everything he spits that its not
Im from the crack in the wall; a with my back against it all
Took a lighter, my name in the hall. Young

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

Grew up on Lexington ave, my real high
Moved to the marcy project round the 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
had the best beef patties and cocoa bread
Played the album square mall round the time I was gettin tall
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. houses 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
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come out to
you better roll deep goin through coney island
Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in

{BK; stand up, throw 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, then tha goin spray
goin pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next
The in on tha job
get in where we fit in
Not rid the show and the kids is
need new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the showin off like terrell owens
Hella mornice
You better your ground, if you a strong house
Then the will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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