Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Bricks

[Intro:
Yo, yo, Chef (gracias)
I need of that, (slide through the back)
I need ya'll to back to the, (I heard juice)
Back of the store over (just be easy and tell ya man to be cool)
We got culinary cats right 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 open locker
Soldier got locked up, blow killed the
Flamboyant police is X fives, watching my
So many I just left it and walked
My flow wicked, Miami money, moving and
Geico on the arm froze, rose with me
Take with white women, lingerie see-through
Taking to Iran, my Spanish nigga people
Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my 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 a white man
out, rosed 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, teeth
Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton,
Leather with the matching on, you owe me

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

Beefsteak Charlie eat and they get fat
Chase heads up and down the block and rats
Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the at
The shell up in nice crib with four packs
Four macs, a nice 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 with real goons
Telling you Ghost, my crazy with the wreck
Pythons to talk to her sister named Yvette
I it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up
I it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up
Meanwhile, back on the block, we two trucks
Then the windows down, we see these two fucks
Soon as they jumped out, see tools bust

[Ghostface
Yo, I lit a booger up, is gone, so we bagging up all shape
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
a pipe with one hand, the other down in the Bentleys
You know how it be with the peppermint
Throwing darts at a
Getting slow necked all up in The
That's all me, thirty four shines, four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw
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
since 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 like AJ
Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, rap shit stop
I have a of niggas moving my furs