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 your up
If you wit me, lick a shot for

in the spot in my b-boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth like bruce lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock, vulinicly more
So this aluminum foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man
I two in hand, in case I've been drinkin
double; I got one for you and your twin
I got a nickel for your thoughts, make blood trickle
Leave smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you
The guns sprayin; or without you
Make your body whistle without you.
I'm official without you
that nigga all the bitches whisper 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 a fighter with my back against it all
a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young

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

Grew up on Lexington ave, my real high
Moved to the project round the time I was five
Had a great-grandmother in the heart of the
So on the fourth or July, we always stop by
Man I ran through the bushes, bought pounds tha dreads
They had the best beef and cocoa bread
the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall
Where was snatchin 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 niggas snatch polo off chest
new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK
Brownsville, where the warriors out to play
you better roll deep goin through coney island
Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw you 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 goin spray
Mamas pray
But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the meal
The in on tha job
get in where we fit in
Not rid the show and the 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 owens
Hella mornice
You better hold your ground, if you a strong
Then the fours will blow you down and its back to the town. Yes

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