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 over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool)
We got some culinary cats right here, we need you (we'll 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 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, money, moving and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, rose with me
Take baths 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 Greek do
him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her mouth and 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine
joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony
Leather the matching sweater on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and get fat
heads up and down the block and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, feds don't know where the shells at
The shell up in nice crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a nice cell for four
Yeah, me and my Arafat
Gotta escape but be right back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date with 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 beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we two trucks
the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they out, see these tools bust

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all
Binoculars, scanners, we all to jake
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them dirty joints all scattered, don't act
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 peppermint
Throwing at a hoodrat
slow necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, four lines
I just chill Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I started that metal
A deuce deuce, my was Loose Bruce
Ever I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
This ain't For the Love of Ray J, for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get like AJ
Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas moving my