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 City dawgs here
We gon' it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don

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

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

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

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

I still got buried in my backyard
I'm like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so 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 steal
wild wave at you and smile you feel large
Like they cut and you got the power to heal
Never 'cause the underground crown is still large

See, I rap for a livin' probably rap 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 hardcore heads on the block would call
Never me at the ball out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new
When I spit niggaz cough up for two days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And never gave a what a rapper grossed
But if they brag and boast clap the toast
Y'all can analyze this, me paralyze clicks
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

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

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

It's O again, still runnin', still gunnin'
It's I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still 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
Y'all is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm [Incomprehensible], y'all is Swiss
My camp'll make your army pull like 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 robberies to dope
And y'all just lie about it it's a big-ass joke

like kids, I think you want 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 fuckin' 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 Brick muh'fucka