Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

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

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

Raekwon]
Knock the ash off the blunt, niggas who cunt
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different cats
Specialize in mic rippers,
We the skippers, big rocks and the block will stick

Beefsteak niggas eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and the block and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with packs
Four macs, a nice cell for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga
Gotta escape but we'll be right back, soon
cook it up, we got a date with real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect with the wreck
Pythons used to talk to her sister Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was weeded up
I it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, on the block, we seen two trucks
Then the rolled down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see 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 dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You how it be with the peppermint Clarks
Throwing at a hoodrat
Getting necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw
Like, threw rubies in a lemonade bezel
I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my was Loose Bruce
Ever I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
ain't For the Love 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 of niggas moving my furs