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 I can rap cause I can't move no dope
But I do know, a few niggas that did and a few that still
And a few that's through, are the few niggas that's dead

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

But them niggas tryna my head and work this out (tryna work this out)
Countin' numbers up in my tryna build this house (tryna build this house)
Mama told me if I made my bed then I lay down
But I seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

Bricks bricks it's all them talkin' bout
bricks it's all them niggas talkin' bout
Bricks bricks it's all them niggas thinkin'
Little niggas on the scene, 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 that
And a few niggas that's through, are the few that's dead

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

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

(It's one way out)

years old, feds lookin' for my moms
10 or 11, my first gun
First I heard bricks, I was thinking construction
Until my 'migo plug Mexicó gave me my introduction (now)
16, gettin' them for the 16
Course I'm rappin' bitch but now I'm wrappin' for 16
I was 17 ridin in that on 20's
18 and 19 nothing over 20
And a thousand 8 grams by 4 is 2-52
If you what that mean you noticed it now
And if you don't, learn how to divide
I'm talkin' bricks, no jump
I'm work, no punch clocks!

But them niggas tryna my head and work this out
Countin' numbers up in my head tryna build 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 bricks all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks it's all them niggas talkin bout
Bricks bricks it's all them niggas thinkin
Little niggas on the scene, ain't gotta it now