Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

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

Chillin in the spot in my stance
make this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock, more advanced
So aluminum will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in I've been drinkin
Seein I got one for you and your twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts, make blood trickle
Leave your on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The sprayin; with or without you
your body whistle without you. Young
I'm still without you
Still 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 fighter my back against it all
a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young

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

Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights high
Moved to the marcy project the time I was five
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 pounds from tha
They had the best beef patties and bread
Played the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin
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
set the cards low like niggas snatch polo off your chest
East new york, brushwick, it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the come out to play
Nigga you better roll goin through coney island
Cause one way out nigga, one way in nigga

stand up, Brooklyn; 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 is in rout
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 is growin
Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off like owens
mornice nigga
You better your ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours will blow you and its back to the home town. Yes

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