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 right here, we 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 up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant police is X fives, watching my
So many I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, gold with me
Take baths white women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish people
drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil
Snub with the black gloves, on Greek do
him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up
They him out in Brooklyn with a white man
Slutted out, out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the in her mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime
I her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
Gold joints, only, Louis Vuitton, Pony
with the matching sweater on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak Charlie eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the and kill rats
Skilled the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at
The shell up in nice crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a cell for four stacks
Yeah, me and my Arafat
Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real
cook it up, we got a date with real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect with the wreck
Pythons to talk to her sister named Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting up
I beat it up, I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we two trucks
Then the rolled down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see these tools

[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 rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the
You know how it be with the peppermint
darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow necked all up in The
all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
I just chill Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a bezel
I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my was Loose Bruce
Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to
This ain't For the 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