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)
of the store over here (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool)
We got some culinary cats right here, we you (we'll kill him if he
fault)

Ayo, rappers 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 locked up, blow killed the
Flamboyant police is X fives, my lofts
So leeches I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, and ridicly
Geico on the arm froze, gold with me
Take baths with white women, lingerie
Taking trips to Iran, my nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga
Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon do
him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in with a white man
Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said evening'
Yup, Paul Wall line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, smile, nine teeth
joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, Pony
Leather the matching sweater on, you owe me

Raekwon]
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 and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even don't know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with packs
Four macs, caught a nice cell for stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga
Gotta escape but be right back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a with real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect with the wreck
Pythons used to to her sister named Yvette
I it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up
I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't it up
Meanwhile, on the block, we seen two trucks
Then the windows rolled down, we see two fucks
Soon as they out, see these tools bust

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we 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 with one hand, the other down in the
You know how it be the peppermint Clarks
Throwing at a hoodrat
Getting slow necked all up in The
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty lines
I just like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I started that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose
Ever since I had the drop, my 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, this rap stop
I have a team of niggas my furs