Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

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

Ayo, rappers to me, they want a brick, son
But I'm the Chef, my is 26, son
Move up, about 32 of those and open locker
got locked up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives, my lofts
So leeches I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, money, moving and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, rose gold me
Take baths with women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my nigga people
drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil
Snub with the gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn with a man
Slutted out, out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good
Yup, Paul grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Vuitton, Pony
Leather with the sweater on, you owe me

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

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

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all to jake
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them dirty joints all scattered, act surprised
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 Clarks
darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow necked all up in The
all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was 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 scratched AJ
Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I a team of niggas moving my furs