Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks Two

Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with man
Just over 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 bone-afficial my
got issues and a type team 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 props Nelly
I'm platinum in streets, I got in the streets
And I'm more underground your basement concrete

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

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

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

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

See, I rap for a livin' 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 would call ill?
Never catch me at the ball out spot with bills
Innovative rapper, in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up for two days

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

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

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 light the
(Smokin' weed)
Rock on what the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick

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

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

Back up and give the R
Or we brawl worse 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 is hot, any beef they bless
Any squad test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really that stress?

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

Phenomenal shit, 'til my abdominal split
combined lines so minds demolish a click
Still burn MC's like Everclear, fear
With sharp skills so ill they sever ears

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

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

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

that's whassup
(Whassup, yo?)
You me light the Dutch
(Smokin' weed)
Rock on what 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
word to mother, them damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the

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

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

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

Playin' like kids, I think you want me to you
on the charts with a ship 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, down nigga
Brick City muh'fucka, the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down
Slow down nigga, yo Brick City