Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

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

Ayo, stepping to me, they want a brick, son
But I'm the Chef, my is 26, son
Move up, about 32 of those and open dough
Soldier got locked up, killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives, my lofts
So many leeches I just it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, and ridicly
on the arm froze, rose gold with me
Take baths with white women, lingerie
Taking to Iran, my Spanish nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, my nigga Cecil
Snub with the gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van up
They him out in Brooklyn with a white man
Slutted out, out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, thief
I know her from Africa, smile, nine teeth
joints, frames only, Louis 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 from
Specialize in mic rippers,
We the last skippers, big and the block will stick

Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and get fat
Chase heads up and the block and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with four
Four macs, caught a nice cell for stacks
Yeah, me and my Arafat
Gotta escape but we'll be back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect 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 seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two
Then the rolled down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see tools bust

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all
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 popping a
a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the peppermint
Throwing darts at a
slow necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, raw rhymes
Like, threw rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I started packing that
A deuce deuce, my supplier was Bruce
since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
This 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, rap shit stop
I have a team of moving my furs