Luyện nghe bài hát Cloze Ya Doorz

To each his own, I'ma have this known from the
I make niggaz walk like ball
Y'all score game the block, for me it's hip-hop
Around the clock, critical I'm bound to (stop)
You ain't know I'm nice girl, youse a
Like the Spice Girls, you think twice girl
I'm untry-able,
Won't be held liable for givin that's untie-able
R-O-Z, my name
Rap G.I. Jane colorful wide frames
from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers
Don't play I coach and pick
In Da Bricks, get your shit popped and stolen
Step I'm holdin', bitches be rollin'
Ghetto style, I'ma stay ripper
to get cash out the ass like a stripper

Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the
takin' over cities, we conquered galaxies and better
I was put here to crush and wreck tapes
Make a false move, I put whole fuckin' planet in checkmate
with this, we takin' over the spot
I don't like to, but I will resort to the
The whole camp is sick, you can't do but like it
It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you it
Talkin' you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties
I know you 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 bastard ass
You got mind over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend
when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin' again
But we gonna do it how you want I'm widdit to brawl with you
Now what if I put your bitch ass in a and fall witchu

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

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

bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends
But it was all the Outz, we up as Martians
I, crack a brew it's nuttin' else I'd rather do
Hop out a cab or two to avenue to battle you
Your get ate like italian steak
Then I get Red to sell you or a pound of shake
Y'all can open up and suck this dick
of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks
While you scrubbin' dishes, we puffin
women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches
We cop sixty-three
One from spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got, spots, all my niggaz stay in
y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips
Plus your main loved us
her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us

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

D. Don, I gets mine, and stay it
My thug mind'll brawl rhymes and stay shittin' it
my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant
V.I.P. ghetto nigga, and spendin'
Got bitches trickin' tryin' to get me
Got police, niggaz tryin to cop from me
How pouns you want, how many pounds you need?
I cultivate, every block I go and drop nigga
I grow trees, know me, for bein' low key
That 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 that Don shit
Gov-Matic spit that shit toxic, I rock shit
It's that hot shit Busta Bust got
Plus I bust glock, on I trust not
They get blown, burned like on cell phone
Bring the terror to your block the toughest nigga from jail home
And you dead when my squad come around
We illa from Isabella to Downtown