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 shot for

in the spot in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy
You know I'm smarter than Spock, vulinicly more
So this aluminum will your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case I've drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and your
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 still without you
that nigga all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his like its about you
You can't tell me that everything he spits that its not
Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter with my back it all
Took a lighter, left my name in the hall.

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

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 fourth or July, we would stop by
Man I ran through the bushes, bought from tha dreads
They had the best patties and cocoa bread
the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas aint blend
safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like niggas snatch off your chest
East new york, brushwick, fuck it, the BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come out to
Nigga you better roll goin through coney island
theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga

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

you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you soft up the chain)
The is in tha house, the jooks is in rout
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha goin spray
Mamas 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 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 will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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