Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

From a brick to a stone, does a have a soul? (Oh, Oh)
As a kid need a goal, the powder's of gold (Oh, Oh, Oh)

blowed
Thinkin' I'm so glad that I can rap cause I move no dope
But I do know, a few that did and a few niggas that still
And a few niggas that's through, are the few that's dead

So fuck a 9 to 5, they clockin' and tryna to
Cop a brick and supply nobody offerin' jobs
Bricks build, buildings build, houses neighborhoods
ripped than turned into a baller or a Davis shirt
Understated to say it hurts, I was
Tryna see my gang and whippin' me wish that I was flippin'
This went out of his dollar pension
after 4 or 5 you don't have nothing but college tickets

But them niggas tryna hold my head and work this out (tryna this out)
Countin' numbers up in my head tryna this house (tryna build this house)
told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep words all up out my mouth

Bricks it's all them niggas talkin' bout
Bricks bricks it's all them niggas bout
Bricks bricks it's all them niggas bout
Little on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now

getting blowed
Thinkin' I'm so glad that I can rap cause I can't no dope
But I do know, a few niggas that did and a few niggas still
And a few that's through, are the few niggas that's dead

Look, niggas will shoot you, they got nothing to say
Cause celebrities only bout a brick away
If you whip em he getting those from whippin' yay
And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get weight
Sneaker boxes, you can see your
And you weekend shoppin', people no people problem
I can see the problem, you nigga have no conscience
Can't shoot, dribble, can't rap
Young nigga have no options

From a brick, to a stone, feed for my homie
the powder, turn to power, and the power turn to dough
Turning with yo whip, Is it worth what you did?
If a is a brick from a brick you can build
a brick to a stone, got a feign for a homie
Turn 2 into 4, turn reef to a
Turn the powder, into power, and the power turn to
If a is a brick, to a brick you can throw

(It's one way out)

Nine years old, feds for my moms
10 or 11, my first gun
First I heard bricks, I was thinking construction
Until my 'migo plug from Mexicó me my introduction (now)
16, gettin' bricks for the 16
Course I'm bitch but now I'm wrappin' bricks for 16
I was 17 ridin in Lexus on 20's
18 and 19 nothing over 20
And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is
If you know what that you noticed it now
And if you don't, learn how to divide
I'm bricks, no jump shots
I'm work, no punch clocks!

But them tryna hold my head and work this out
Countin' numbers up in my head build this house
Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my

Bricks it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks it's all them niggas talkin
Bricks bricks it's all them niggas thinkin
Little niggas on the scene, gotta dream it now