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 yo' weed, nigga

Yo, go drink yo' forty
It's Brick dawgs over here
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 gets more chips than
I got that deploy, I just aim and destroy

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

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

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

I still got money buried in my
I'm like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so 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
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 probably rap 'til I die
If you dope, where you been at? Your is a lie
I'm all real, the one, the raw
Do tour, home, do a flick for four mill'

What the hardcore heads on the block would ill?
Never catch me at the ball out spot small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new
When I spit cough up blood for two days

catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short head in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Wayne
I'ma raps like pimps blew game

Ridin' through block with six new chains on
Pullin' over, droppin'
No doubt, I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn
Chancellor to Central a 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?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick

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

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

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

I'm the B R I C K S
And my squad is hot, any they bless
Any that test gon' 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 allowed
Plus the blows that I throw bring a in the sound
So whoever want the drama I'm them now

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

Hard to the 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 like spock me

And never gave a fuck what a grossed
But if they brag and boast I'ma the toast
Y'all can 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 like the fuck
(What the fuck?)
that's whassup, Brick City

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

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

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

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

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

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