Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

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

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

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

So icy CEO, I'm a fool with the
They think I'm puttin' VVS jewels in the
My watch a cool hundred, a cold twenty
And this flip I'm quittin' the trap 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 fish scale white, same my hummer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Know what that mean? The free
That mean for him, and more for me
I took somethin', I'm bitch
Don't me dog, this that North Memphis shit

Old school, new
choppas just in case
They wanna go to war
Aka my friend
Twenty inch rims call '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
Gotti Street, and nigga my brick house

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

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