Luyện nghe bài hát Bricksquad/Duct Tape

[Verse 1: Waka Flame]
I said my - iced out
My left wrist - out
Waka flaka, best stay out my lane because I'm out
Niggas gettin out
You what my clique bout
Hit em with a stomp his mutha fuckin lights out
Hands on deck a nigga pull a tool out
Ballin this year I gon stop until I wild out
Wild out wild out gudda wild out wild out
Wild out waka flaka wild out money bricksquad young money

Young money squad [x2]
Young money
Brick
money brick squad [x2]
Brick squad

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka
Gudda waka flacka
For the cash wrap a nigga ass up
Run un up in his house jim style masked up
We the new wu the new no limits
The new NWA what's up n dre
forget eazy e ice cubes on my neck
Fuzzy screamin waka waka bitch I got that
I don't needa flex but I ball
Money yao ming, yes it's that
Yo I'm gudda
Whatsup gudda
I got rotten apple blood in my

Young money brick [x2]

Young money
Brick
Young money brick squad
squad [x4]

[Verse 3: Gudda
Young money nigga I'm a rep the death
You can see the ym on my neck
All my niggas wild on deck
Stomp a out demand I respect
Me n flacka got the hand on the tech
N it's cash on delivery for handin my
Nigga I talk much but when I do bitch pay me
Big money weight you can ask baby
Birdman schooled me wayne me do me
N big paper up no need for loose leaf
My rubberband can't fold into knots
I decapitate the top with two in the drop
I'm countin up the money my hands get blisters
Told my bitch to come help me we can it up quicka nigga
Real nigga music they we do's it
Free my nigga weezy n my nigga gucci
money

Young money brick squad
money [x3]
Brick
Young brick squad [x2]
squad [x4]