Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

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

Getting
Thinkin' I'm so glad that I can rap 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 niggas that's

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

But them niggas tryna hold my head and this out (tryna work this out)
Countin' numbers up in my head tryna build this house (tryna 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 it's all them niggas talkin' bout
Bricks bricks it's all them niggas bout
Bricks bricks it's all them thinkin' 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 still
And a few niggas that's through, are the few niggas dead

Look, little will shoot you, they got nothing to say
local celebrities only bout a brick away
If you still whip em he those from whippin' yay
And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get weight
boxes, you can see your progress
And you weekend shoppin', people no people problem
I can see the problem, you don't have no conscience
shoot, can't 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 head yo whip, Is it worth what you did?
If a brick is a brick a brick you can build
From a to a stone, got a feign for a homie
Turn 2 into 4, turn to a home
Turn the powder, into power, and the power to hoes
If a brick is a brick, to a you can throw

(It's one way out)

Nine old, feds lookin' for my moms
10 or 11, held my gun
First I heard bricks, I was thinking construction
Until my 'migo plug from 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 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, how to divide nigga
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 tryna build this house
Mama told me if I made my bed then I gotta lay
But I never seem to these words all up out my mouth

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