Luyện nghe bài hát Bk Anthem

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

BK; stand up, throw your hands 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, more advanced
So this will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in case I've drinkin
double; I got one for you and your twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts, make your blood
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops and get you
The guns sprayin; or without you
Make your whistle without you. Young
I'm still without you
Still that nigga all the bitches about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics its about you
You can't me that everything he spits that its not true
Im from the crack in the a fighter with my back against it all
Took a lighter, left my name in the hall.

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

Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights real
Moved to the marcy project round the time I was
Had a great-grandmother in the of the sty'
So on the fourth or July, we would always by
Man I ran through the bushes, pounds from tha dreads
They had the best beef patties and bread
Played the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin
Where was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort niggas they aint blend
safe on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like niggas snatch polo off your
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the come out to play
you better roll deep goin through coney island
Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in

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

Everywhere you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you up the chain)
The crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in
The on tha way
Standouts first, then tha llamas spray
Mamas pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you be the next meal
The in on tha job
Gotta get in we fit in
Not rid the show and the kids is
Baby new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the spot showin off terrell owens
mornice nigga
You better your ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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