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

in the spot in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy
You know I'm smarter Spock, vulinicly more advanced
So aluminum will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I Keep two in hand, in I've been drinkin
Seein double; I got one for you and twin
I got a for your thoughts, make your blood trickle
Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, the cops come and get you
The sprayin; with or without you
Make your body without you. Young
I'm official without you
Still nigga all the bitches whisper about. Ooh
Hes so terreferic, his lyrics like its you
You tell 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; up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up
If you wit me, a shit for biggie}x2

Grew up on ave, my sights real high
Moved to the project round the time I was five
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, bought from tha dreads
They had the best beef and cocoa bread
Played the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin
Where niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin on tha floor
18, regime roundin. houses fort green niggas they aint blend
Wasnt on the a train, d, g or the f
They set the cards low niggas snatch polo off your chest
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors come out to
Nigga you roll deep goin through coney island
theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; 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 is in tha house, the jooks is in rout
The on tha way
first, then tha llamas goin 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 show and the kids is
Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on
And we got guns big as
And you and the spot showin off like owens
Hella nigga
You better hold your ground, if you a 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, a shot for biggie}x2