Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks 4 The High

How rich y'all wanna be?
You be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin'

I got bricks 4 the high
And the by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,

Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I get
I can get money doin'

I got them 4 the high
And the by the pound
I'm posted on the block the sun go down, down

Nigga, I do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are

I was posted in that tip and my home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my John Jones
I got the for the low from smokin' plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my Maceo

I'm shinin' on my haters, signin' so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the for a quarter
one, I fulfill nigga's order
What you wanna order?

Oh six' Nino Brown, flip the temp into the
Rebirth, don't cut out my
I stash purp pounds, that's for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the
I one down and the rest goin' for the high

I got bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,

I sound like the shit niggaz is talkin'
hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm wit em

I got them bricks 4 the
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down,

I got in different continents, nigga
I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wit ya'll?

I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling
Bricks lined up cars at a funeral
I'm working white, so I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, so the work ain't even touch

My money come in and I know just how to get it, man
A low profile, might be a Honda Civic, man
You'll know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp phone

Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha
They come 'cross the water
Masked, to my Europeans
Supplyin', whole towns, little in the projects
Tryna double my money up, the block wit a profit

For you that like to pop, you know I got them pills too
you a couple of splitters
Have you spinnin' like wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work
I got my own bizness, I call this tha Franchize

I got them 4 the high
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the till the sun go down, down

get a million dollars and think they gettin' it?
Nigga, I made my million when I was a teenager

I got them 4 the high
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the block the sun go down, down

Jones, Capo, Dipset, them know I'm 'bout this
Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's
Like fuck it, tell Alex keep the rollin'
I'm gettin' drunk blowin' weed wit the pistols

Spendin' a couple K's up in
Flyin' up Peachtree, in the roster's
I'm so icy and I they like me

Seven Jeans saggin', cap and my white tee
The foreign cars got they eyes
And you can see the when the ride droppin'

Aye, Jim
Let ya boy get some of that Harlem clientele
I got more than a curb, fuck wit me
I'm iced out and keep snow an Eskimo
And when the show's slow, I cook extra

Put the whip game on it, get extra dough
Keep the cars pullin' up like Texaco
I can make it get stiff like people
Keep my workin', wit the mic or a egg beater

And ya account? Shit, that's my pocket fare
Residue on my clothes, call it
I can beat it like my, I treat the like Tina

And I it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the
I ride around wit chickens like I from a farm, man

I got them bricks 4 the
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the block the sun go down, down

You see how I get wit the get down
Nigga, I got a car for day of the week
And two other for the weekends
Nigga, fuck is wrong wit

I got them bricks 4 the
And the purp by the
I'm posted on the block the sun go down, down

is wrong wit y'all, nigga
I can sell I wanna sell
I done sold muthafuckin' music, shit was easy
Roc-A-Fella and sold it

I can get money in fashion, shit was nuthin'
In five years I that shit
Sold my part for million
And let's watch what the fuck is be now