Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Iron (gracias)
I need of that, (slide through the back)
I ya'll to come back to the, (I heard juice)
Back of the over here (just be easy and tell 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, want a brick, son
But I'm the Chef, my is 26, son
Move up, about 32 of those and open dough
got locked up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives, my lofts
So many leeches I left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, gold with me
Take baths with women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga
Snub the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, van pulled up
They caught him out in with a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, smile, nine teeth
Gold joints, only, Louis Vuitton, Pony
Leather with the matching on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak Charlie eat and they get fat
heads 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 with packs
Four macs, caught a nice cell for stacks
Yeah, me and my Arafat
Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real
Chef cook it up, we got a date with real
Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the
Pythons used to talk to her sister Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was weeded up
I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we 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, is gone, so we bagging up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes like a wheelie
a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the Clarks
Throwing darts at a
Getting slow necked all up in The
That's all me, four shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I started that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was Bruce
Ever since I had the drop, my 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 Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit
I have a team of niggas my furs