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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, niggaz, shut your windows and ya doorz
Comin' straight from da 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 dressed up as

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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