Luyện nghe bài hát Three Bricks

B.I.G.]
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco ya
the strangest, if no money exchanges
I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggaz
All tote is stainless, you just remain as
calm as possible, make the go through
If not, 12 shots, we know how you do
make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between
they eyes, like "True Lies," kill 'em and the scene
Just bring the coke or the cream
Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this
Them cats we fuckin with put in your mom's gas tank
Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get
Dress up ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they to kill our babies, that's all out
I got gats that blow the wall out, the mall out
Fuck the fallout, to Stretch I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five (uh-huh)
Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the (uh-huh)
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, apiece, capiche?
Everybody gettin cream no one them leech
Think about it now damn near one-point-five
I 'em all I'll be set for life, Frank pay attention
motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades
If you die they get paid, extra probably
Fuck a robbery, I'm the
Promise you rob 'em, I promise
But of course you know I had my crossed

[Chorus:
Niggaz got to die, if I go got to go
Niggaz got to die, let a hundred float
Niggaz got to die, cause all up in the scrolls
a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
... if I go got to go
Niggaz got to die, let a hundred shots
Niggaz got to die, cause all up in the scrolls
Catch a body on the bridge, bricks, live kid

We up in the lab, two Spanish, one lady
Layin on the bed, lookin a drag
Had the cuffed, lookin at me and Frank, her grill was rough
Who ever think she'd rather do us up
But that's the business, back to the
on these Puerto Rican kids pistols
Doin sign language is twitchin
Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the at papi?
We can do this all day, yo y'all both
pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out
They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his
Walked up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid
Had the on my beehive, my wig
And yo they took me to the bathroom, up the chainsaw yo
You gon' talk or see your brains on the
That's when 6 to 7 men, came in blastin yo
All I heard was Lexi get the raw

[Ghostface
Bleed just us, believe my pipe bust
If he holdin the right amount of cheese I rush the spot
Up early in the mornin, kick the in, wave the 4 an'
(fuck) the brawlin, Tony for the stallin
And all I see is $ signs, here's the bottom either
Give up the or get shot up with a brolic 9
Invest figures to (niggaz)
Workin out, all I is my index finger
Got a safe that more notes than Cortex singers
My work is trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners
When it comes to cuttin (coke), who got the best trimmers
Edward Scissorhands them grams, (niggaz) winners
I got them big comin through, hourly
Competition, we 'em out the box, powerfully
Still a ill verse, on the D.I., me
You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G.,

Yo I think they to do somethin man
I don't know what it is but we go in there handle this business man
up, y'knahmean?
It's down...
Let's go handle man...