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; throw hands up
If you wit me, lick a for biggie

in the spot in my b-boy stance
Don't 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 case I've drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts, make your trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the come and get you
The guns sprayin; or without you
Make your body without you. Young
I'm still without you
Still that all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his like its about you
You can't tell me that everything he that its not true
Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter with my 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 real high
Moved to the marcy project round the I was five
Had a in the heart of the sty'
So on the fourth or July, we always stop by
Man I ran through the bushes, bought pounds from tha
had the best beef patties and cocoa bread
Played the square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall
niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses green niggas they aint blend
Wasnt on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the low like niggas snatch polo off your chest
East new york, brushwick, fuck it, the BK
Brownsville, where the come out to play
Nigga you better deep goin through 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, 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 llamas spray
goin pray
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 and the kids is growin
need new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off like terrell
mornice nigga
You better hold ground, if you a strong house
Then the will 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