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 made of gold (Oh, Oh, Oh)

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 that still
And a few niggas through, are the few niggas that's dead

So fuck a 9 to 5, they clockin' and to survive
Cop a brick and supply cause nobody offerin'
Bricks build, buildings build, houses build
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 that I was flippin'
college went out of his dollar pension
Cause after 4 or 5 you don't have nothing but college

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

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

Studio 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 niggas through, are the few niggas that's dead

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

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

(It's one way out)

Nine years old, feds lookin' for my
10 or 11, my first gun
time I heard bricks, I was thinking construction
Until my 'migo plug from Mexicó gave me my (now)
16, gettin' bricks for the 16
Course I'm rappin' bitch but now I'm bricks for 16
I was 17 ridin in that Lexus on
18 and 19 nothing over 20
And a 8 grams divided 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 bricks, no jump shots
I'm talkin' work, no clocks!

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

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