Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Iron (gracias)
I need of that, (slide through the back)
I need ya'll to come back to the, (I 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, stepping 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
Soldier got locked up, blow the doctor
police is X fives, watching my lofts
So many leeches I just it and walked
My flow wicked, money, moving and ridicly
on the arm froze, rose gold with me
Take baths white women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, my nigga Cecil
Snub with the gloves, on half-moon Greek do
Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn with a man
Slutted out, rosed out, was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be 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
Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme from cats
Specialize in mic rippers,
We the skippers, big rocks and the block will stick

Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and get fat
Chase heads up and down the block and kill
Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know 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
escape but we'll be right back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date with goons
Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the
Pythons used to talk to her sister named
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was 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, is gone, so we bagging up all shape
Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to
Ran out of baggies, my is dry
Got them dirty joints all scattered, act surprised
Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a
a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the Clarks
Throwing at a hoodrat
Getting slow all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four
I just chill like Aaron Hall, raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I started that metal
A deuce deuce, my was Loose Bruce
Ever since I had the drop, my was to shoot-shoot
This For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get like AJ
Cuban Link has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas moving my