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 drink yo' forty
Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down this, yo, D-Don, Don

It's my nizzle
got issues and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy, I gets more chips than
I got that deploy, I just aim and destroy

I it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like
I'm platinum in streets, I got in the streets
And I'm more underground than your concrete

Braids in my hair, gold still in my
Still bringin' the beef if 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, twenty-four
A project nigga, that's tryin' to see
I done ran hell with gasoline drawers on
I'm the portrait of a and once again it's on

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

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

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

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

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

Ridin' through your block with six new on
over, droppin' H-bombs
No doubt, I got it locked Ave. to Penn Station
Chancellor to Central a thousand men

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

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

with 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 had enough of cats
Blast tracks like the fuck was that?

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I project my so it's right in the crowd
a sign at the door, no bitin' allowed
Plus the blows that I throw a light in the sound
So whoever want the I'm invitin' them now

Phenomenal shit, 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so minds demolish a
Still burn like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp so ill they sever ears

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

And never gave a fuck what a rapper
But if they brag and boast I'ma the toast
Y'all can this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I a fan of y'all shit

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

Jersey that's
(Whassup, yo?)
You me light the Dutch
(Smokin' weed)
on like what the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, 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, damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor I fuck up the rotor

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

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

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

Playin' like kids, I you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a anchor on your ankle
And if you don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley every day

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