Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

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

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

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

So icy CEO, I'm a with the snow
They think I'm puttin' VVS in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, a cold twenty
And after this flip I'm 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 scale white, color my hummer

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

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

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

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

So bricks, I can build my own apartment
Ya better a check, when ya in my department
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 this got me feelin' real nauseous
Ridin' with them bricks got me real cautious

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

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

Tony Montana, all I 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 none for him, and more for me
I took somethin', I'm gutta
Don't trust me dog, this that Memphis shit

Old school, new
Couple choppas just in
They wanna go to war
Aka my best
Twenty eight inch rims 'em grown men

stepped on, call it step child
I got that Slim Shady, we call it Eight
I'm North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street, and nigga that's my house

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

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