Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Iron (gracias)
I some of that, (slide through the back)
I ya'll 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 you (we'll kill him if he
fault)

Ayo, stepping 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
got locked up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives, watching my
So many I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, moving and
Geico on the arm froze, gold with me
Take with white women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga
with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in with a white man
Slutted out, out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the in her mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime
I know her from Africa, smile, nine teeth
joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony
Leather the matching sweater on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and get fat
Chase heads up and down the block and kill
Skilled with the gats, even don't know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a cell for four stacks
Yeah, me and my Arafat
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 talk to her sister 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 two trucks
Then the windows rolled down, we see these two
as they jumped out, see these tools bust

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, is gone, so we bagging up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them dirty all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a
Holding a with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the peppermint
Throwing at a hoodrat
Getting slow all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four
I just chill like Aaron Hall, raw rhymes
Like, Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was Bruce
Ever since I had the drop, my 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 Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit
I have a of niggas moving my furs