Luyện nghe bài hát Brick

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

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

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