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 here (just be easy and ya man to be cool)
We got some culinary cats right here, we 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 open locker
Soldier got locked up, blow the doctor
police is X fives, watching my lofts
So many leeches I just left it and
My flow wicked, Miami money, moving and
Geico on the arm froze, rose with me
Take baths with women, lingerie see-through
Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, my nigga Cecil
Snub the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do
him in the Bahamas, his wife ran, white van pulled up
They caught him out in Brooklyn with a man
Slutted out, out, sister was gone, she geeking
She threw the rifle in her mouth and said 'good
Yup, Paul grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her Africa, pretty 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 niggas rhyme from cats
in mic rippers, splashes
We the skippers, big rocks and the block will stick

Beefsteak niggas eat and they get fat
Chase up and down 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 Arafat
Gotta escape but we'll be back, real soon
Chef cook it up, we got a date with real
Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the
Pythons to talk to her sister named Yvette
I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting up
I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two
Then the rolled down, we see these 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, the currency rushes like popping a wheelie
Holding a pipe with one hand, the other down in the
You how it be with the peppermint Clarks
Throwing darts at a
Getting slow all up in The Bronx
That's all me, thirty shines, forty four lines
I just chill Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I was 12 in the church, I packing that metal
A deuce deuce, my was Loose Bruce
Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to
This ain't For the of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK
Cuz you can get scratched AJ
Cuban Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
I have a team of niggas moving my