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, City

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

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

R-O-Z, my name
Rap G.I. Jane colorful wide frames
Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na
Don't play I coach and pick

In Da Bricks, get your popped locked and stolen
back I'm holdin', bitches be rollin'
Ghetto style, I'ma stay ripper
Tryin' to get cash out the ass like a

Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do I gotta to get the chedda
Fuck takin' cities, we conquered galaxies and better
I was put here to crush and wreck tapes
Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin' planet in

with this, we takin' over the spot
I don't like to, but I will resort to the
The whole camp is sick, you do nuttin' but like it
It's like you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it

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

You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my
'Cause when I'm you be quiet
But when I leave you be again
But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm to brawl 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 da Brick City

Yo, niggaz, shut windows and close ya doorz
straight from da Brick City

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

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

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

We cop sixty-three nigs, one from spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got, spots, all my niggaz in Bricks
While y'all stash in bags of bar-b-q potato chips
your main honey loved us
Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck of us

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

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

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

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

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

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