Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

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

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

Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and get fat
Chase heads up and the block and kill rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the at
The trapped up in nice crib with four packs
Four macs, caught a cell for four stacks
Yeah, me and my nigga
Gotta escape but we'll be 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 Yvette
I it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up
I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I 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, rocks is gone, so we up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all to jake
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them dirty all scattered, don't act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the Clarks
Throwing at a hoodrat
Getting slow necked all up in The
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty lines
I chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade
When I was 12 in the church, I packing 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, it's for the of the AK
Cuz you can get like AJ
Cuban Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas my furs