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

So fuck a 9 to 5, clockin' and tryna to survive
Cop a brick and supply cause nobody offerin'
Bricks build, buildings build, houses build
Better ripped turned into a baller or a Davis shirt
to say it hurts, I was optimistic
Tryna see my gang and whippin' me wish that I was flippin'
This college went out of his pension
Cause 4 or 5 you don't have nothing but college tickets

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 my bed then I gotta lay down
But I never seem to keep these words all up out my

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

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

Look, little niggas will you, they got nothing to say
Cause local only 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 don't have no conscience
shoot, can't dribble, can't rap
Young don't have no options

From a brick, to a stone, feed for my homie
From the powder, to power, and the power turn to dough
Turning head with yo whip, Is it worth you did?
If a brick is a from 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 turn to
If a brick is a brick, to a you can throw

(It's one way out)

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

But them niggas tryna my head and work this out
Countin' numbers up in my tryna build this house
told me if I made my bed then 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 talkin
Bricks bricks it's all them niggas thinkin
niggas on the scene, ain't gotta dream it now