Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

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

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

So icy CEO, I'm a fool the snow
They think I'm 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, charged ya ass a thirty
But right now you can get it for a low
The scale white, same color my hummer

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

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

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

I'm a waitress in the trap I got somethin' to serve
That's bars, same price for a bird
you need, a bird or a couple pounds?
I'm on Cleveland Ave, you 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' 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 smoke got me feelin' real
Ridin' with them bricks got me feelin' real

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

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

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

Know what that mean? The shit
That mean for him, and more for me
I somethin', I'm gutta bitch
Don't trust me dog, this North Memphis shit

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

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

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

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