Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks Two

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

Yo, go yo' forty motherfucka
Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' 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 gets more than ahoy
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and

I keeps it gully in a skully
I never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
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
Still bringin' the if you're bringin' me grief
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two
Cock my shit back and let off on your crew

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

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

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

See, I rap for a livin' probably rap I die
If you dope, where you at? Your 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 small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new
When I spit niggaz cough up for two days

catch me with material girls, they 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' your block with six new chains on
Pullin' over, droppin'
No doubt, I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Station
Chancellor to Central a thousand men

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 me light the Dutch
(Smokin' weed)
Rock on like the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey whassup, Brick City

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 done had enough of
tracks like what the fuck was that?

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's 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 invitin' now

Phenomenal shit, spit my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so minds a click
Still burn MC's Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they ears

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

And gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze
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 like the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick

that's whassup
(Whassup, yo?)
You heard me 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 descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to mother, damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor

Double O again, still runnin', still gunnin'
It's I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin'
Talkin' that shit like you blood raw
And even 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 Miss
My camp'll make your army pull like a slipped disc

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

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 Market and Hasley every day

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