Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Iron (gracias)
I some of that, (slide through the back)
I need ya'll to come back to the, (I juice)
of the store 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
up, about 32 of those and open locker dough
Soldier got locked up, blow killed the
Flamboyant is X fives, watching my lofts
So leeches I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, moving and
Geico on the arm froze, rose gold me
Take baths with white women, see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga
Snub with the black gloves, on Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van up
They caught him out in Brooklyn a white man
Slutted out, out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the in her mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony
Leather the matching sweater on, you owe me

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

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

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them joints all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the peppermint
Throwing at a hoodrat
Getting necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four
I just chill like Aaron Hall, raw rhymes
Like, threw rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was Bruce
Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to
This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the of the AK
Cuz you can get like AJ
Cuban Link has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a of niggas moving my furs