Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks 4 The High

How rich y'all niggaz be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a
Nigga, you wanna be I wanna be
I wanna be a trillionaire

I got them 4 the high
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the block the sun go down, down

Nigga, I hustle, nigga, I get money
I can get money anything

I got them 4 the high
And the by the pound
I'm on the block till the sun go down, down

Nigga, I do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are

I was in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my John Jones
I got the for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip my patna Maceo

I'm shinin' on my haters, deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that shit from a border
Two gram, fifties, do the for a quarter
That's one, I nigga's order
What you nigga's order?

Oh six' Nino Brown, the temp into the carter
Rebirth, cut out my four-ways
I stash pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the
I break one and the rest goin' for the high

I got bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the
I'm on the block till the sun go down, down

I like the shit these niggaz is talkin'
Real recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm wit em

I got them bricks 4 the
And the by the pound
I'm on the block till the sun go down, down

I got houses in continents, nigga
Nigga I did my trips in London, that?
is wrong wit ya'll?

I'm the of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like at a funeral
I'm working hard white, so I twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, so the work even gotta touch

My money in stacks and I know just how to get it, man
A low profile, might be ridin' a Civic, man
You'll never know me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my phone

Connects so and I'm dealin' wit tha Carribeans
They from 'cross the water
Masked, taped to my
Supplyin', whole towns, little in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the wit a profit

For you nigga's that like to pop, you know I got them too
Getcha you a couple of
you spinnin' like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha

I got them bricks 4 the
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the block the sun go down, down

Niggas get a million and think they gettin' it?
Nigga, I made my first million I was a teenager

I got them bricks 4 the
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down

Jones, Capo, Dipset, niggas know I'm 'bout this
Spillin' champagne, all over couches
Like it, tell Alex keep the cris' rollin'
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols

Spendin' a K's up in Stroker's
up Peachtree, racin' in the roster's
I'm so icy and I they like me

Seven Jeans saggin', fitted cap and my tee
The cars got they eyes poppin'
And you can see the stars the ride droppin'

Aye, Jim
Let ya boy get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more crack a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep like an Eskimo
And when the show's slow, I extra blow

Put the whip game on it, get some dough
the cars pullin' up like it's Texaco
I can it get stiff like dead people
Keep my hand workin', wit the mic or a egg

And ya bank account? Shit, my pocket fare
Residue on my clothes, it roc-a-wear
I can beat it my, I treat the dope like Tina

And I it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I from a farm, man

I got them 4 the high
And the purp by the
I'm on the block till the sun go down, down

You see how I get wit the get down
Nigga, I got a car for day of the week
And two cars for the weekends
Nigga, is wrong wit you?

I got them 4 the high
And the by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,

Fuck is wit y'all, nigga
I can sell whatever I wanna
I done sold muthafuckin' music, shit was easy
Roc-A-Fella and sold it

I can get in fashion, that shit was nuthin'
In five I started that shit
my part for thirty million
And let's what the fuck is gonna be now