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 yo' weed, nigga

Yo, go drink yo' motherfucka
Brick City dawgs over here
We take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don

It's bone-afficial my
D-Don got and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy, I more chips than ahoy
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 Nelly
I'm in streets, I got love in the streets
And I'm more underground than basement concrete

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

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

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

Yo, we from the place where 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? 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 call ill?
Never catch me at the ball out spot small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two

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

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

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

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

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

Roz spit rawness, to state hood streets and block corners
Rhymes so much 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 give the R
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar
In my city they pop they collar
Cats do, get shot drop and holla

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

Aiyyo, I project my voice so 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 drama I'm them now

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

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

And gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if they brag and boast I'ma clap the
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all

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

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

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

It's O again, still runnin', still gunnin'
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm cummin'
Talkin' killer shit 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 Miss
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped

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

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

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