Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

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

Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they 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 police is X fives, watching my
So leeches I just left it and walked
My wicked, Miami money, moving and ridicly
on the arm froze, rose gold with me
Take baths with white women, lingerie
trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga
Snub with the black gloves, on Greek do
him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in with a white man
Slutted out, out, sister was gone, she geeking
She the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, teeth
joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony
Leather the matching sweater on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak niggas eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the block and rats
Skilled with the gats, feds don't know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with packs
macs, caught a nice cell for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga
Gotta but we'll be right back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy the wreck
Pythons used to to her sister named Yvette
I it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up
I beat it up, I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, on the block, we seen two trucks
Then the windows rolled down, we see two fucks
Soon as they out, see these tools bust

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes like a wheelie
a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the Clarks
Throwing darts at a
slow necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade
When I was 12 in the church, I packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was 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 Link Dynasty has emerged, rap shit stop
I have a team of moving my furs