Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

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

Ayo, rappers stepping to me, want a brick, son
But I'm the Chef, my is 26, son
Move up, about 32 of those and open locker
Soldier got up, blow killed the doctor
police is X fives, watching my lofts
So many leeches I just left it and
My flow wicked, Miami money, and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, rose with me
Take with white women, lingerie see-through
trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga
Snub with the black gloves, on Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van up
They caught him out in with a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said evening'
Yup, Paul grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton,
with the matching sweater on, you owe me

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

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

[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 joints all scattered, don't act
Nah, nigga the rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the peppermint
Throwing at a hoodrat
Getting necked all up in The Bronx
all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw
Like, threw Kool-Aid in a lemonade bezel
I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal
A deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce
Ever I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
This ain't For the Love of Ray J, 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