Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

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

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

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

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

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

six polar 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' an athlete but got no jumper It's

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

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

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

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

I got a trap and a trap car
100,00 off a cap, that's a star
All this smoke got me feelin' real
Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' real

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

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

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

Know what that The shit free
That mean none for him, and for me
I somethin', I'm gutta bitch
Don't trust me dog, that North Memphis shit

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

Dope stepped on, call it child
I got that Slim Shady, we call it Mile
I'm North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street, and nigga my brick house

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

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