Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

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

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

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

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

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

Zone six polar bears never see
It's winter all year cuz the fly under
Ninety five Air Max I'm a dope runna'
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no It's

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

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

I'm like a waitress in the I got somethin' to serve
That's bars, same 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 better a check, when ya come in my
Yes I break em' down and I sell em'
Try me watch ya whole fall like some dominoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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