Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

It's ya boy yo
Chea, Mane the flare
My nigga Ralph in
on the beat nigga
And its' a street holiday
My DJ Holiday

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

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

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

The pack in and I'm
season in, charged ya ass a whole thirty
But now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white, same my hummer

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

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

Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make
But I still 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 bird or a couple
I'm on Ave, you know my side of town

So many bricks, I can build my own
Ya a check, when ya come in my department
Yes I break em' and I sell em' whole
Try me watch ya whole crew like some dominoes

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

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

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

Montana, all I have in this world
Is my hundred round chopper and my girl
Oil base bricks, shit to cook
Call the plug back, him he got took

Know what that mean? The shit
That mean none for him, and for me
I took somethin', I'm gutta
Don't trust me dog, that North Memphis shit

Old school, new
Couple choppas in case
They wanna go to war
Aka my best
Twenty eight inch call 'em grown men

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

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

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