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

It's my nizzle
D-Don got and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy, I gets more chips 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 platinum in streets, I got love in the
And I'm more underground than your basement

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

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

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

Yo, we from the place where they pump out D and cars
Kids wild wave at you and smile you 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 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 block would ill?
catch me at the ball out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, in new ways
When I niggaz cough up blood for two days

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

Ridin' through block with six new chains on
Pullin' over, H-bombs
No doubt, I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn
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

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

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

Roz spit rawness, to state hood streets 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 like easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Double O again, still runnin', still
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still
Talkin' 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
Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one cheek
I'm [Incomprehensible], is Swiss Miss
My camp'll make your army pull back a slipped disc

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

Playin' like kids, I you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your
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, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo'
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, the way it go down nigga
Slow down nigga, yo City muh'fucka