Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

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

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

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

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

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

Zone six polar bears see summer
It's winter all year cuz the birds fly
Ninety five Air Max 'cause I'm a dope
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no It's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Old school, new
Couple choppas just in
They wanna go to war
Aka my friend
Twenty eight inch call 'em grown men

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

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

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