Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Chef (gracias)
I some of that, (slide through the back)
I need ya'll to come back to the, (I juice)
Back of the store 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 to me, they want a brick, son
But I'm the Chef, my is 26, son
Move up, about 32 of those and locker dough
got locked up, blow killed the doctor
Flamboyant is X fives, watching my lofts
So many leeches I just 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
trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my Cecil
Snub the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, van pulled up
caught 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 grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine
Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton,
Leather with the matching on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak Charlie eat and they get fat
heads up and down the block and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds know where the shells at
The shell trapped up in nice crib with packs
Four macs, caught a nice for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga
Gotta escape but we'll be right back, soon
Chef it up, we got a date with real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect with the wreck
Pythons used to talk to her 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 seen two
the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they out, see these tools bust

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, 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 currency rushes like a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the peppermint
Throwing darts at a
Getting necked all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty lines
I just chill Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw rubies in a lemonade bezel
I was 12 in the church, I started packing 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, this rap shit
I have a team of niggas moving my