Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

It's ya boy yo
Chea, Gucci Mane the
My nigga in here
Zaytoven on the beat
And a street nigga holiday
My DJ Holiday

Bricks, all white
Off white bricks, light tan
Just hit a lick, for more bricks
Ballin' like a bitch, with all bricks

Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I hits
But I take bricks

So icy CEO, I'm a fool the snow
They think I'm puttin' VVS jewels in the
My watch a hundred, Paint-job a cold twenty
And after flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, sike

The in and I'm workin'
Drought in, charged ya ass a whole thirty
But now you can get it for a low number
The fish white, same color my hummer

Zone six polar never see summer
It's winter all cuz the birds fly under
Ninety Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runna'
I'm ballin' like an but got no jumper It's

Bricks, all bricks
Off bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks
Ballin' like a bitch, all these bricks

Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have
Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits
But I still take

I'm a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to serve
That's sixteen bars, price for a bird
What you need, a bird or a pounds?
I'm on Ave, you know my side of town

So many bricks, I can build my own
Ya a check, when ya come in my department
Yes I break em' and I sell em' whole
Try me watch ya whole crew like some dominoes

I got a house and a trap car
100,00 off a cap, a trap star
All this got me feelin' real nauseous
Ridin' with them bricks got me real cautious

Bricks, all white
Off white bricks, light tan
Just hit a lick, for more bricks
Ballin' like a bitch, all these bricks

Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta bricks
Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits
But I still take

Montana, all I have in this world
Is my hundred round chopper and my white
Oil base bricks, shit to cook
Call the plug back, him he got took

what that mean? The shit free
That mean none for him, and for me
I took somethin', I'm bitch
Don't trust me dog, this that Memphis shit

Old school, new
Couple just in case
wanna go to war bricks
Aka my best
Twenty eight rims call 'em grown men

Dope on, call it step child
I got that Slim Shady, we it Eight Mile
I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and
Gotti Street, and nigga my brick house

Bricks, all white
Off bricks, light tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty more
Ballin' like a bitch, with all bricks

Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I hits
But I take bricks