Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

From a brick to a stone, a feign have a soul? (Oh, Oh)
As a kid a goal, the powder's made 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 that did and a few niggas that still
And a few niggas that's through, are the few that's dead

So a 9 to 5, they clockin' and tryna to survive
Cop a and supply cause nobody offerin' jobs
build, buildings build, houses build neighborhoods
Better than turned into a baller or a Davis shirt
Understated to say it hurts, I was
Tryna see my and whippin' made me wish that 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 head and work this out (tryna this out)
Countin' up in my head tryna build this house (tryna build this house)
Mama me if I made my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep words all up out my mouth

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

Look, little niggas shoot you, they got nothing to say
Cause local celebrities bout a brick away
If you still whip em he getting those whippin' yay
And you got no paper, you so patient, come get some weight
boxes, you can see your progress
And you weekend shoppin', show no people problem
I can see the problem, you nigga don't have no
Can't shoot, can't dribble, 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 power to dough
Turning head yo whip, Is it worth what you did?
If a brick is a brick from a 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 turn to
If a is a brick, to a brick you can throw

(It's one way out)

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

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

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