Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks 4 The High

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

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

Nigga, I hustle, nigga, I get money
I can get money anything

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

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

I was posted in that tip and my homeboy
an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones
I got the mild for the low from smokin' optimos
Tryna make a quick flip my patna 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' mids by them

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

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

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

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

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

I got houses in different continents,
I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wrong wit

I'm the of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
lined up like cars at a funeral
I'm hard white, so I never twurk, touch and bust
My on the block, so the work ain't even gotta touch

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

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

For you nigga's like to pop, you know I got them pills too
Getcha you a of splitters
Have you spinnin' some wheels fool
This shit stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I this shit tha Franchize

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And ya bank account? Shit, that's my pocket
on my clothes, call it roc-a-wear
I can beat it like my, I treat the dope Tina

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

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

You see how I get down wit the get
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 purp by the
I'm on the block till the sun go down, down

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

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