Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Iron (gracias)
I need some of that, (slide the back)
I need ya'll to come to the, (I heard juice)
of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool)
We got some cats right here, we need you (we'll kill him if he
fault)

Ayo, rappers to me, they want a brick, son
But I'm the Chef, my is 26, son
Move up, 32 of those and open locker dough
Soldier got locked up, blow killed the
Flamboyant is X fives, watching my lofts
So many leeches I left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, and ridicly
on the arm froze, rose gold with me
Take baths with white women, see-through
Taking to Iran, my Spanish nigga people
drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil
Snub with the black gloves, on Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn with a man
Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she
She threw the rifle in her mouth and 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Vuitton, Pony
Leather with the sweater on, you owe me

[Chorus:
Knock the ash off the blunt, confront who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from
Specialize in mic rippers,
We the last skippers, big and the block will stick

Beefsteak Charlie eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds don't where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice with four packs
Four macs, caught a nice for four stacks
Yeah, me and my Arafat
escape but we'll be right back, real soon
Chef it up, we got a date with real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the
Pythons to talk to her sister named Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was weeded up
I beat it up, I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two
Then the windows rolled down, we see these two
Soon as they jumped out, see these tools

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all
Binoculars, scanners, we all to jake
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them dirty all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the
You know how it be with the peppermint
Throwing at a hoodrat
Getting necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, four shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw
Like, threw rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I packing that metal
A deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce
Ever I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get like AJ
Cuban Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a of niggas moving my furs