Luyện nghe bài hát Bricks

From a to a stone, does a feign have a soul? (Oh, Oh)
As a kid need a goal, the made 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, they clockin' and to survive
Cop a and supply cause nobody offerin' jobs
build, buildings build, houses build neighborhoods
Better ripped than into a baller or a Davis shirt
to say it hurts, I was optimistic
Tryna see my gang and made me wish that I was flippin'
This went out of his dollar pension
Cause after 4 or 5 you don't nothing but college tickets

But niggas tryna hold my head and work this out (tryna work 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 these all up out my mouth

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

Studio getting
Thinkin' I'm so glad that I can rap 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 that's

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

a brick, to a stone, tryna feed for my homie
From the powder, turn to power, and the power turn to
Turning head with yo whip, Is it worth what you
If a brick is a brick from a you can build
From a brick to a stone, got a for a homie
Turn 2 4, turn 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, feds lookin' for my
10 or 11, held my gun
time I heard bricks, I was thinking construction
Until my 'migo plug Mexicó gave me my introduction (now)
16, them bricks 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 payin nothing 20
And a 8 grams divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know that mean you noticed it now
And if you don't, learn how to nigga
I'm bricks, no jump shots
I'm talkin' work, no clocks!

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