Luyện nghe bài hát Close Ya Doorz

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo it out
Introducing, the
Worldwide, Brick

To each his own, I'ma have this known the door
I niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score game the block, for me it's hip-hop
the clock, critical I'm bound to drop
(Stop)

You know I'm nice girl, youse a wannabe
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think girl
I'm untry-able,
Won't be held liable for givin knots that's

R-O-Z, recognize my
Rap G.I. Jane rockin' wide frames
Straight from Newark we layers, Na Na slayers
Don't I coach and pick players

In Da Bricks, get shit popped locked and stolen
Step back I'm holdin', be rollin'
Ghetto style, I'ma stay that
Tryin' to get cash out the ass a stripper

Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the
Fuck takin' over cities, we conquered and better
I was put here to crush CD's and wreck
Make a false move, I put this fuckin' planet in checkmate

Hell this, we takin' over the spot
I like to, but I will resort to the glock
The whole camp is sick, you do nuttin' but like it
like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it

Talkin' 'bout you used to rob with pump shotties
I know you club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, screened like a short pass
And if you incorrect, diamond cut your bastard ass

You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my
'Cause I'm around you be quiet
But when I leave you be again
But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to with you
Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and witchu

Yo, niggaz, your windows and close ya doorz
Comin' straight from da City

Yo, niggaz, your windows and close ya doorz
Comin' from da Brick City

Yo, I come, yo, yeah, yo yeah
(C'mon Z)
Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four
But it was all the Outz, we up as martians

When I crack a brew it's nuttin' else I'd do
Hop out a cab or two to your to battle you
Your style get ate like steak
Then I get Red to sell you achey or a of shake

Y'all can open up and suck this dick
None of y'all niggaz can't fuck Bricks
While you scrubbin dishes, we swishers
Fuckin' women ends up in the Benz trunk switches

We cop sixty-three nigs, one every spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got, spots, all my stay in Bricks
While y'all stash clips in bags of bar-b-q potato
Plus your honey loved us
Slip her some she'll fuck twenty of us

Yo, you pack that little ass gun Harlem Nights
After we brawl and fight, yo I'ma ball tonight
At we so tight we flow like it's one mic
Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough

D. Don, I gets mine, and gettin' it
My thug mind'll brawl with and stay shittin' it
Check my shine, out platinum like your pendant
V.I.P. nigga, hustlin' and spendin'

Got bitches trickin' to get with me
Got police, flock niggaz tryin' to cop me
How many you want, how many pounds you need?
I cultivate, every block I go and drop nigga
I grow trees, niggaz me, for bein' low key that hustler from A.C.

I'm steady shittin' on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Bandit
straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit
Let my man that Don shit
Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I shit

It's that hot like Busta Bust got
Plus I bust on pussies, I trust not
They get blown, burned like on cell phone
the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home
And you dead gone when my squad around
We illa from Isabella to Downtown

Yo, niggaz, shut your windows and close ya
Comin' straight Da Brick City