Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

It's ya boy yo
Chea, Gucci the flare
My Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the nigga
And a street nigga holiday
My Nigga DJ

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

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

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

The pack in and I'm
Drought season in, charged ya ass a thirty
But right now you can get it for a low
The scale white, same color my hummer

Zone six bears never see summer
It's all year cuz the birds fly under
Ninety five Air Max 'cause I'm a runna'
I'm like an athlete but got no jumper It's

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

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

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

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

I got a trap and a trap car
100,00 off a cap, that's a trap
All smoke got me feelin' real nauseous
with them bricks got me feelin' real cautious

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

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

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

Know what that The shit free
That none for him, and more for me
I took somethin', I'm gutta
Don't trust me dog, that North Memphis shit

Old school, new
choppas just in case
They go to war bricks
Aka my best
eight inch rims call 'em grown men

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

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

Bricks, thirty six zips, a whole chick
bad bitch? Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make
But I take bricks