Luyện nghe bài hát B.K. Anthem

Lemme you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, up that
Where fake thugs got vests shoot up at
beef ! Who want that?

I grew up in the Thoroist B.K
B.I.G had everybody rockin' D.K
Gav was the first dude the CLK
And bricks was gettin' outta east L..A
It's

niggaz lives was taken
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was
Fourth, Green and Hemlock, the bit cock
We cried when killed Lenox and popped them rough
(Aiy yo, ya ain't hear, {the fuck} I just said?

B K the home of and Jay
niggaz got Will Smith ships, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the all day
and koch, crack spots, federal watch
I up here, sip mo', threw up here
Yo the snatched two up here, in B.K
Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and
Gorillas got rich from still and P.A

tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want

tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, up that
Where fake got they vests shoot up at
beef ! Who want that?

Brooklyn! The livest
You come front, you might die in this borough
The east, the feelin' best in this borough
Full of projects, the borough
Try to figure out which is through
From C.I. to Marks is carryin' cons

Niggaz Coogi and Dolce Gaban's
So women here make a livin' just carryin'
We pop cocks a little bit and we floss a bit
In the club, out Cris', pour us a little bit
I told y'all that my is through
I know that'll clap you up and bury the metal
Same day, still in the and so ghetto

Brook non, back, get your crook on
Live the seven one eight, we raised the eight
Every time raise the way to that eight

Lemme tell you where I up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, blew up
fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn ! Who want that?

Lemme you where I grew up at
Sip mo', threw up at, flip coke, up that
Where fake thugs got they shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want

It's B K nigga, get yo' ate up
Over them chips, you get S.Ked up
They find you in the back of the sprayed up
All for the love of paper; we misled
By twenty-one will be dead
By twenty-two the rest of these dudes are bein'

We got but we still fucked up

The takin' prints when we pullin' the drops up
B.K. up, get popped up
You know whats the borough where cats drive the box in the truck

Try pound locked up, be rocked up
Yellin' out "Get down, lay down we pop up!"
Blocks so hot we drop the rocks tops up
Windows tinted, you can't see in it
Brown nigga, I represent it, it's Brooklyn!

Lemme tell you I grew up at
Sip mo', up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they shoot up at
Brooklyn ! Who want that?

Lemme tell you I grew up at
Sip mo', up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where thugs got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn ! Who want that?

Lemme you where I grew up at
Sip mo', up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake got they vests shoot up at
Brooklyn beef ! Who want

Lemme tell you I grew up at
Sip mo', up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where fake thugs got they shoot up at
Brooklyn ! Who want that?

B.K. borough bitches, ain't but the best in here
The streets of New York, real niggaz, real shit nigga
Fuck you all know 'bout outs, get busy?
Fuck police and all that nigga, real
nigga!