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 gon' it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don

It's bone-afficial my
D-Don got issues and a team that dismiss you
Oh boy, I more chips than ahoy
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and

I it gully in a bonafide 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 more underground than your concrete

in my hair, gold 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 your crew

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

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

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

Never catch me with material girls, fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short chicken head in shades
the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew

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

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

Fuckin' with me is a call out of my crew
Don't try it, I fuckin' 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 so much weight, the feds on us
Lot of niggaz didn't see me last
But I won't just slow down like easy pass

up and give the R room
Or we gon' brawl worse cartoons in bar rooms
In my city don't pop they collar
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 squad that gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need that

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

Phenomenal shit, 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined so minds demolish a click
Still burn like Everclear, never fear
razor sharp skills so ill they sever ears

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

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

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

Jersey that's
(Whassup, yo?)
You me light the Dutch
(Smokin' weed)
on like what the fuck
(What the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, 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 jokes is
You gon' run mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor

It's Double O again, still runnin', still
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm cummin'
Talkin' that killer shit like you 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
niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm [Incomprehensible], y'all is Miss
My camp'll your army pull back 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 y'all just lie about it 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 don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and every fuckin' day

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