Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

It's ya boy yo
Chea, Gucci Mane the
My nigga Ralph in
Zaytoven on the beat
And a street nigga holiday
My Nigga DJ

Bricks, all white
Off bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks
like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole
Wanna bad Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make
But I still take

So icy CEO, I'm a fool with the
They think I'm VVS jewels in the coke
My a cool hundred, Paint-job a cold twenty
And after this flip I'm quittin' the trap turkey, sike

The in and I'm workin'
Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole
But right now you can get it for a low
The fish scale white, color my hummer

Zone six polar bears never see
It's winter all year cuz the birds fly
Ninety Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runna'
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper

Bricks, all bricks
Off bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks
like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks, thirty six zips, a whole chick
bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make
But I take bricks

I'm like a waitress in the trap I got to serve
That's sixteen bars, same for a bird
What you need, a or a couple pounds?
I'm on Cleveland Ave, you my side of town

So bricks, I can build my own apartment
Ya better a check, when ya in my department
Yes I break em' down and I em' whole
Try me ya whole crew fall like some dominoes

I got a trap and a trap car
100,00 off a cap, a trap star
All this got me feelin' real nauseous
Ridin' with them got me feelin' real cautious

Bricks, all bricks
Off bricks, light tan bricks
hit a lick, for fifty more bricks
Ballin' like a bitch, with all bricks

Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick
bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make
But I still bricks

Tony Montana, all I have in this
Is my round chopper and my white girl
Oil base bricks, hard to cook
the plug back, tell him he got took

Know what that The shit free
That mean for him, and more for me
I took somethin', I'm gutta
Don't trust me dog, this that North Memphis

Old school, new
Couple choppas in case
They go to war bricks
Aka my friend
Twenty eight rims call 'em grown men

Dope stepped on, call it child
I got that Slim Shady, we call it Eight
I'm North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Street, and nigga that's my brick house

Bricks, all bricks
Off bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty more
like a bitch, with all these bricks

Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta bricks
Yeah, make sense, yeah, I make hits
But I still take