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
Don't make four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants
You I'm smarter than Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So this aluminum foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I two in hand, in case I've been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and your
I got a nickel for your thoughts, make blood trickle
Leave smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The guns with or without you
Make your body whistle you. Young
I'm official without you
Still that nigga all the bitches about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics its about you
You can't tell me that he spits that its not true
Im the crack in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all
Took a lighter, my name in the hall. Young

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

Grew up on Lexington ave, my real high
Moved to the marcy project the time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the of the sty'
So on the fourth or July, we always stop 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 tall
Where was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. houses fort green niggas they aint blend
safe 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, the warriors come out to play
Nigga you better roll deep goin through coney
Cause one way out nigga, one way in nigga

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

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 llamas spray
Mamas pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you be the next meal
The in on tha job
get in where we fit in
Not rid the and the kids is growin
Baby new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got big as Samoans
And you and the spot off like terrell owens
Hella nigga
You better hold ground, if you a strong house
the fours will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes

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