Luyện nghe bài hát Cloze Ya Doorz

To his own, I'ma have this known from the door
I make niggaz like ball four
score game down the block, for me it's hip-hop
Around the clock, critical I'm bound to (stop)
You know I'm nice 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. rockin' colorful wide frames
Straight Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers
play I coach and pick players
In Da Bricks, get your shit popped and stolen
back I'm holdin', bitches be rollin'
Ghetto style, stay that ripper
to get cash out the ass like a stripper

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

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

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

Your bitch said 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 your to battle you
Your style get ate like steak
I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of shake
Y'all can up wide and suck this dick
of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks
While you dishes, we puffin Swishers
Fuckin' women ends up in the trunk with switches
We cop sixty-three
One from spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got, spots, all my stay in Bricks
While y'all stash clips in of Bar-B-Q potato chips
Plus your honey loved us
Slip her bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us

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

D. Don, I mine, and stay gettin' it
My thug brawl with rhymes and stay shittin' it
Check my shine, out platinum like your pendant
V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin' and
Got bitches tryin' to get with me
Got police, niggaz tryin to cop from me
How many pouns you want, how many pounds you
I cultivate, every I go and drop seeds nigga
I grow trees, know me, for bein' low key
hustler from A.C.

I'm steady shittin' on hoes, Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
Jump in the Lex offa New Jersey transit
Let my man spit Don shit
Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I shit
It's that hot shit like Bust got
Plus I bust glock, on pussies I not
They get blown, burned minutes on cell phone
Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga jail home
And you gone when my squad come around
We hella illa from Isabella to