Luyện nghe bài hát Brick

Think quick, hit me a brick, lickety split
The quicker he flip, the the whip
The turbochip, twenty-four inch
glock on the hip in the kitchen with the watchin him mix
I don't give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement
and get bricks on my lawn, like you diggin it up
its been a droute, no doubt, to find a new paper route
like a mason out there, what you about?
Grinder, baller, hustler, customers
get a hoe-hitter, have him lovin us
From elbows got rolls
And all the freshest clothes and all the coke-head stank

I was in a dope spot, holdin rocks
Foldin knots, baking soda, bubble hot and pots
Learnin watch for the cops, twenty off every hundred, is tops
But my story's untold, it's so out cold
Did all of this shit I was very young
Learned to pack a gun in my days
And the thing on my mind was getting paid
Twenty-fourseven sittin in a spot with a mac
Sniff, blow your brains out quickly
The old say you can go to jail for that
I got a for that, plus a sale for that

Hit me with a brick of that shit
That jump back quick one-two-five to one-five-six
I'm on the mix
The need a fix
Don't no shit
hit me with a brick
Thats if your
big folding
i'm like Nolan
Boomin' Newman in the fast lane zoomin
I a new plug cuss mine just blew, man.