Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks Two

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

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

bone-afficial my nizzle
D-Don got issues and a type team that you
Oh boy, I more chips than ahoy
I got toys that deploy, I aim and destroy

I keeps it gully in a skully
I ain't had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets, I got in the streets
And I'm more underground than your concrete

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

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

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

Yo, we from the place where pump out D and steal cars
Kids wave at you and smile you feel large
Like they cut and you got the power to scars
Never down the underground 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 heads on the block would call ill?
Never catch me at the out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new
When I niggaz cough up blood for two days

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

through your block with 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 the Dutch
(Smokin' weed)
Rock on like the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, City

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

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

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

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

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

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

shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined so minds demolish a click
burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they sever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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