Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

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

Ayo, rappers stepping to me, they a brick, son
But I'm the Chef, my is 26, son
Move up, about 32 of and open locker dough
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, Miami money, and ridicly
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, my nigga Cecil
Snub with the black gloves, on Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, van pulled up
They him out in Brooklyn with a white man
out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the in her mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Vuitton, Pony
with 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
in mic rippers, splashes
We the last skippers, big rocks and the block stick

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

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we 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 popping a wheelie
a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the peppermint
darts at a hoodrat
Getting necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade
When I was 12 in the church, I started packing that
A deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose
Ever I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
This ain't For the of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get scratched AJ
Cuban Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas moving my