Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

It's ya boy yo
Chea, Mane the flare
My Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the nigga
And its' a street holiday
My DJ Holiday

Bricks, all bricks
Off white bricks, light tan
hit a lick, for fifty more bricks
Ballin' like a bitch, with all these

Bricks, thirty six zips, that's a whole
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta have
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make
But I still take

So icy CEO, I'm a with the snow
think I'm puttin' VVS jewels in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, Paint-job a twenty
And after flip I'm quittin' the trap cold turkey, sike

The pack in and I'm
Drought season in, ya ass a whole thirty
But now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white, same color my

Zone six bears never see summer
It's winter all cuz the birds fly under
Ninety five Air Max 'cause I'm a runna'
I'm ballin' like an but got no jumper It's

Bricks, all bricks
Off white bricks, light tan
hit a lick, for fifty more bricks
Ballin' like a bitch, with all these

Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick
Wanna bad Gotta have bricks
Yeah, that sense, yeah, I make hits
But I take bricks

I'm like a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to
That's sixteen bars, same for a bird
What you need, a or a couple pounds?
I'm on Cleveland Ave, you my side of town

So many bricks, I can my own apartment
Ya a check, when ya come in my department
Yes I break em' down and I em' whole
Try me watch ya whole crew like some dominoes

I got a house and a trap car
100,00 off a cap, a trap star
All this got me feelin' real nauseous
Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' cautious

Bricks, all white
Off white bricks, tan bricks
Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks
Ballin' like a bitch, with all these

Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick
Wanna bad bitch? Gotta bricks
Yeah, that make sense, yeah, I make
But I still take

Tony Montana, all I have in world
Is my round chopper and my white girl
Oil base bricks, shit hard to
Call the plug back, tell him he got

Know what that mean? The shit
mean none for him, and more for me
I took somethin', I'm gutta
Don't trust me dog, this that Memphis shit

Old school, new
Couple choppas just in
They go to war bricks
Aka my best
eight inch rims call 'em grown men

Dope stepped on, call it step
I got that Shady, we call it Eight Mile
I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and
Gotti Street, and nigga that's my house

Bricks, all white
Off white bricks, light tan
Just hit a lick, for fifty bricks
Ballin' like a bitch, with all these

Bricks, six zips, that's a whole chick
Wanna bad Gotta have bricks
Yeah, make sense, yeah, I make hits
But I still take