Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks 4 The High

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

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

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

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

Nigga, I do my thing
Kind of fuckin' are y'all?

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy
Blew an ounce of kush in my Sean John Jones
I got the mild for the low from plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip like my patna

I'm on my haters, signin' deals so I'm a pa
G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them

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

Oh six' Brown, flip the temp into the carter
Rebirth, cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop
And for my pay, I hit the trap the sunrise
I one down and the rest goin' for the high

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

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

I got them 4 the high
And the by the pound
I'm posted on the block the sun go down, 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 up like cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, so I twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, so the work ain't even touch

My money come in stacks and I know how to get it, man
A low profile, be ridin' a Honda Civic, man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work
I move it all day, think he clirpin' on my chirp

Connects so sweet and I'm dealin' wit tha
come from 'cross the water
Masked, taped to my
Supplyin', towns, little counters in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the wit a profit

For you nigga's that to pop, you know I got them pills too
Getcha you a of splitters
you spinnin' like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I this work clockwise
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

Niggas get a million dollars and think they it?
Nigga, I my first million when I was a teenager

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

Jones, Capo, Dipset, niggas know I'm 'bout this
Spillin' champagne, all Vision's couches
Like fuck it, Alex keep the cris' rollin'
I'm gettin' drunk weed wit the pistols showin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got them 4 the high
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 every day of the
And two other cars for the
Nigga, fuck is wrong wit

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

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

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