Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Chef (gracias)
I need some of that, (slide the back)
I need ya'll to come back to the, (I 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, rappers stepping to me, want a brick, son
But I'm the Chef, my is 26, son
Move up, 32 of those and open locker dough
Soldier got locked up, blow killed the
Flamboyant police is X fives, my lofts
So many leeches I just left it and
My flow wicked, money, moving and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, rose gold me
baths with white women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga
Selling to Flatbush, call my nigga 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 a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she
She threw the rifle in her mouth and 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime
I know her from Africa, smile, nine teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton,
Leather with the sweater on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak Charlie eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the block and kill
Skilled the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with four
macs, caught a nice cell for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga
Gotta but we'll be right back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date with goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy the wreck
Pythons to talk to her sister named Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was weeded up
I it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, on the block, we seen two trucks
Then the 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 listen to
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them dirty joints all scattered, don't act
Nah, nigga the rushes like popping a wheelie
a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be the peppermint Clarks
Throwing at a hoodrat
slow necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four
I just chill like Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I started that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was 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 Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas my furs