Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

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

Getting
Thinkin' I'm so glad that I can rap cause I can't no dope
But I do know, a few niggas 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, build, houses build neighborhoods
Better ripped than turned into a baller or a shirt
Understated to say it hurts, I was
Tryna see my gang and whippin' made me wish I was flippin'
This went out of his dollar pension
Cause after 4 or 5 you don't have but college tickets

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

Bricks bricks all them niggas talkin' bout
Bricks bricks it's all niggas talkin' 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 I can rap cause I can't move 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 niggas dead

Look, little niggas will shoot you, they got to say
Cause local celebrities only a brick away
If you still whip em he getting from whippin' yay
And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get weight
boxes, you can see your progress
And you shoppin', show people no people problem
I can see the problem, you nigga don't have no
shoot, can't dribble, can't rap
Young nigga don't have no

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

(It's one way out)

Nine years old, feds lookin' for my
10 or 11, held my gun
time I heard bricks, I was thinking construction
Until my 'migo plug from Mexicó gave me my (now)
16, them bricks for the 16
Course I'm rappin' bitch but now I'm bricks for 16
I was 17 ridin in Lexus on 20's
18 and 19 payin over 20
And a thousand 8 divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know that mean you noticed it now
And if you don't, learn how to divide
I'm talkin' bricks, no jump
I'm talkin' work, no clocks!

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

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