Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Iron (gracias)
I need of that, (slide through the back)
I need to come back to the, (I heard juice)
Back of the store over (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool)
We got some culinary cats 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
Move up, about 32 of those and locker dough
Soldier got locked up, killed the doctor
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 with white women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, my nigga Cecil
with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn with a man
Slutted out, out, sister was gone, she geeking
She the rifle in her mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be money, crime thief
I know her Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
Gold joints, only, Louis Vuitton, Pony
Leather with the sweater on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak niggas eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and the block and kill rats
with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at
The trapped up in nice crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a nice cell for four
Yeah, me and my Arafat
Gotta escape but we'll be back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date real goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect with the wreck
used to talk to her sister named Yvette
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 two trucks
Then the windows rolled down, we see two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see these tools

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, rocks is gone, so we bagging up all
Binoculars, scanners, we all to jake
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got dirty joints all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be the peppermint Clarks
darts at a hoodrat
Getting slow all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, four lines
I just chill Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid in a lemonade bezel
I was 12 in the church, I started packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my supplier was Loose
Ever I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot
This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the of the AK
Cuz you can get scratched AJ
Cuban Link has emerged, this rap shit stop
I a team of niggas moving my furs