Luyện nghe bài hát Brick

Think quick, hit me with a brick, split
The quicker he flip, the the whip
The turbochip, inch dipped
on the hip in the kitchen with the magican watchin him mix
I don't a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck
and get some on my lawn, like you diggin it up
its been a droute, no doubt, to find a new paper route
Brick-layin like a mason out there, what you
Grinder, baller, hustler, servin
Money get a hoe-hitter, have him us
From elbows got rolls
And all the freshest clothes and all the coke-head hoes

I was born in a dope spot, rocks
Foldin knots, baking soda, hot water and pots
watch for the cops, twenty off every hundred, five-hundred is tops
But my story's untold, cause so out cold
Did all of this when I was very young
Learned to pack a gun in my early
And the only thing on my was getting paid
sittin in a spot with a mac eleven
Sniff, blow your brains out quickly
The old say you can go to jail for that
I got a scale for that, plus a for that

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