Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks Two

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

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

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

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

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

I'm City baby, twenty-four 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 once it's on

I got money buried 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 leave you holy like the song

Yo, we the place where they pump out D and steal cars
wild wave at you and smile you feel large
Like cut and you got the power to heal scars
Never down the underground crown is still 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 for four mill'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back up and give the R
Or we gon' brawl worse than in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop they
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 that test meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need stress?

Aiyyo, I project my voice so right in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no bitin'
Plus the that I throw bring a light in the sound
So whoever the drama I'm invitin' them now

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

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

And gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if they brag and boast clap the toast
Y'all can this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I a fan of y'all shit

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

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

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

Be big to they weak, I'm true to the streets
niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm [Incomprehensible], y'all is Swiss
My camp'll 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 Nayim is involved
I did from robberies to dope
And just lie about it like it's a big-ass joke

like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts a ship anchor on your ankle
And if you don't like what I say
I'm in on Market and Hasley every fuckin' 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 nigga, sip yo' liquor
Yo City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga
down nigga, yo Brick City muh'fucka