Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks Two

Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head that man
rhymin' over here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk,
Ay, go smoke yo' weed,

Yo, go drink yo' motherfucka
It's Brick City dawgs over
We gon' it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don

It's bone-afficial my
D-Don got issues and a type that dismiss you
Oh boy, I more chips than ahoy
I got toys deploy, I just aim and destroy

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

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

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

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

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

See, I rap for a probably 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 on the block would call ill?
Never catch me at the out spot with small bills
rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit cough up blood for two days

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with me is a close out of my crew
try it, I fuckin' roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I had enough of cats
Blast tracks like what the was that?

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

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

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

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

Phenomenal shit, 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so demolish a click
Still burn MC's like Everclear, never
With razor skills so ill they sever ears

Hard to the roots a proof with no chaser
Scarves and some boots a troops with chrome bangers
Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock
Still 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
can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I a fan of y'all shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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