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, a shot for biggie

in the spot in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth like bruce 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 two in hand, in case I've been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and twin
I got a nickel for thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The guns sprayin; with or you
Make your body whistle without you.
I'm official 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 wall; a fighter with my against it all
Took a lighter, left my name in the hall.

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

Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights real
to the marcy project round 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, pounds from tha dreads
They had the best beef patties and bread
Played the album mall straight round the time I was gettin tall
Where niggas was pockets, leavin change on tha floor
18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas aint blend
Wasnt on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low like snatch polo off your chest
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors out to play
Nigga you better deep goin through coney island
Cause one way out nigga, one way in nigga

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

you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you soft up the chain)
The crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in
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
get in where we fit in
Not rid the show and the kids is
Baby new shoes, and you sitting on 22's
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off like owens
mornice nigga
You better hold ground, if you a strong house
Then the fours will blow you down and its back to the town. Yes

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