Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks Two

Hey man, hey man, go 'head with that man
Just rhymin' here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk,
Ay, go yo' weed, nigga

Yo, go yo' forty motherfucka
It's Brick City dawgs here
We take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don

It's my nizzle
D-Don got and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy, I gets more than ahoy
I got toys that deploy, I aim and destroy

I keeps it in a bonafide skully
I never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets, I got in the streets
And I'm more underground than your basement

Braids in my hair, still in my teeth
Still the beef if you're bringin' me grief
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two
my shit back and let off on your whole crew

I'm Brick City baby, seven
A project nigga, that's tryin' to see
I done ran through hell with gasoline on
I'm the portrait of a hustler and again it's on

I still got money buried in my
I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me
My so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy the song

Yo, we from the place they pump out D and steal cars
Kids wild at you and smile you feel large
Like cut and you got the power to heal scars
Never down 'cause the underground crown is large

See, I rap for a livin' rap 'til I die
If you dope, you been at? Your raps is a lie
I'm all real, the one, the raw
Do tour, come home, do a flick for mill'

What the hardcore heads on the block would ill?
Never me at the ball out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new
When I spit cough up blood for two days

Never me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce a short chicken head in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce
I'ma kick raps like blew game

Ridin' your block with six new chains on
Pullin' over, H-bombs
No doubt, I got it Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
Chancellor to Central a men waitin'

Jersey whassup
(Whassup, yo?)
You heard me the Dutch
(Smokin' weed)
Rock on like the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick

Jersey whassup
(Whassup, yo?)
You me light the Dutch
(Smokin' weed)
on like what the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey whassup, Brick City

Fuckin' me is a close call out of my crew
Don't try it, I roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I done had enough of
Blast tracks what the fuck was that?

Roz spit rawness, state to hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so weight, the feds on us
Lot of niggaz wanna see me last
But I won't just slow down like easy pass

Back up and the R room
Or we gon' brawl than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop collar
Cats that do, get drop and holla

I'm the B R I C K S
And my squad is hot, any beef they
Any squad test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you need that stress?

Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no allowed
Plus the blows that I throw bring a in the sound
So whoever want the drama I'm invitin' now

Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my split
combined lines so minds demolish a click
Still MC's like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they sever

Hard to the roots a hundred with no chaser
and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
Now rock with me, I spray blocks glock fifties
Still when I spit, I flip spock sent me

And never gave a fuck what a rapper
But if they brag and boast I'ma clap the
Y'all can analyze this, watch me clicks
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of shit

Jersey that's
(Whassup, yo?)
You me light the Dutch
(Smokin' weed)
on like what the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey whassup, Brick City

Jersey whassup
(Whassup, yo?)
You heard me light the
(Smokin' weed)
Rock on like the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey whassup, Brick City

I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's
That's word to mother, them damn jokes is
You gon' run your mouth a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor

It's Double O again, runnin', still gunnin'
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still
Talkin' that killer like you blood raw
And ain't even did ten in the back of a squad car

Be big to they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all niggaz is like one booty cheek
I'm [Incomprehensible], y'all is Swiss
My camp'll make your army back like a slipped disc

It be the Bricks again with me them steel rods
It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf is involved
I did everything robberies to dope
And just lie about it like it's a big-ass joke

Playin' like kids, I you want me to spank you
on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
And if you niggaz like what I say
I'm in on Market and Hasley every fuckin' day

Brick City muh'fucka, the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo'
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go nigga
Slow down nigga, yo Brick muh'fucka