Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Chef (gracias)
I need of that, (slide through the back)
I need ya'll to come to the, (I heard juice)
Back of the store over here (just be and tell ya man to be cool)
We got some culinary cats 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
up, about 32 of those and open locker dough
Soldier got locked up, killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives, my lofts
So many leeches I left it and walked
My flow wicked, money, moving and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, gold with me
Take with white women, lingerie see-through
Taking to Iran, my Spanish nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my Cecil
Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn with a man
out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her mouth and 'good evening'
Yup, Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton,
with the matching sweater on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and 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 crib with four packs
Four macs, a nice cell 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 with goons
you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wreck
Pythons used to talk to her sister Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was weeded up
I beat it up, I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, on the block, we seen two trucks
Then the windows rolled down, we see these two
Soon as jumped out, see these tools bust

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, is gone, so we bagging up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all to jake
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them dirty all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a
Holding a pipe with one hand, the other in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the Clarks
darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow necked all up in The
That's all me, thirty four shines, four lines
I just chill Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I started packing that
A deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose
Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to
ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get like AJ
Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I a team of niggas moving my furs