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 hands up
If you wit me, lick a for biggie

Chillin in the in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum will foil your plans, that's how I'm em man
I Keep two in hand, in I've been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and your
I got a nickel for your thoughts, your blood trickle
Leave your on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The guns sprayin; with or you
Make your body whistle 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 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 in the hall. Young

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

Grew up on ave, my sights real high
Moved to the project round the time I was five
Had a in the heart of the sty'
So on the or July, we would always stop by
Man I ran through the bushes, pounds from tha dreads
They had the beef patties and cocoa 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 niggas they aint blend
Wasnt on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like snatch polo off your chest
East new york, brushwick, it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come out to
Nigga you better roll deep goin coney island
Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in

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

Everywhere you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you up the chain)
The crooks is in tha house, the is in rout
The on tha way
first, then tha llamas goin spray
Mamas goin
But we real, you act like 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 new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot off like terrell owens
mornice nigga
You better hold ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours will you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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