Luyện nghe bài hát Close Ya Doorz

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Introducing, the
Worldwide, Brick

To each his own, I'ma have known from the door
I make niggaz walk ball four
Y'all score game down the block, for me hip-hop
Around the clock, I'm bound to drop
(Stop)

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

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

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

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

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

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

You got mind control over me like Deebo but you my friend
'Cause when I'm around you be
But I leave you be talkin' again
But we gonna do it how you cause I'm widdit 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' from da Brick City

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, you pack little ass gun like Harlem Nights
After we brawl and fight, yo bitch 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 stay it
My thug mind'll brawl rhymes and stay shittin' it
Check my shine, out platinum like your pendant
V.I.P. ghetto nigga, and spendin'

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

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

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

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