Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket Full of Stones [Pimp C Remix]

When I first back in 1989
I wasn't movin' keys, I movin' dimes
Started comin' up fiends, recognize my
Started off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case
You freebase, I got them hovers for your ass
You get high as a and you feel a mega blast
Cash movin' stacks, they came to piles
And then them fiends started crack voiles

Back in the days used to run up sayin'
"Pimp C, ya know?"
I tell 'em get this crack and get the fuck from me hoe
'Cuz everywhere I went it an instant cut
'Cuz they knew I cut them and them big fat monkey nuts
A fiend gon' be a fiend, but you change they ass I guess
a Brillo pad to the chest, now they won't leave me alone
'Cuz they I got a whole pocket full of stones

I gotta pocket of stones
I pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket of stones
And they won't leave my ass

I bought a Cadillac, brought it to a top
Started me a and started pushin' crack rock
Rock crack sho ain't in the city that
Had a fuckin' hoe for every in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, and Dee
And a whole lot a that used to suck my dick for free
Now did C?
I my first key from my babymommabrutha
I cooked it up and started passin' out them hovers

Everybody in my family was clockin'
Sold my and bought a Lexus sports coupe
I house on the hill gotta boat on the lake
Gotta a detail to cover up them duckets that I make
It's to the point where I don't see dope no
Still smoke weed, still beer and toke
Now all them won't leave me alone
'Cuz know all my niggas got a pocket full of stones

I gotta pocket of stones
I gotta pocket full of
I gotta full of stones
And they won't my ass alone

Livin' real smooth like Vera lotion
I'm sellin' rock, the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my buick ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smokin'
Paid like a client el is growin'
It's so bad, I got pregnant fiends hoin'
a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump
Fuck Black Caesar niggaz, call me Black

Pistol Grip in my lap at all times
Niggaz fuck wit' other niggaz shit but don't fuck wit' mine
Got my money for a big time pass
17-5 I gotta on they ass
I put my boys down so wouldn't have to rob
Now my click is up like the fuckin' mob
My workers got workers everybody makin'
Gettin' cash for puttin' stones in the pockets of the

I gotta full of stones
I gotta pocket of stones
I pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass

Business daily, my product sellin' fast
Me and my nigga C is makin' out the ass
This shit is gettin' silly, is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail, ain't no time in jail
I gotta make the sales it's all about that green
Mo worker, mo workers, my face on the scene
My attitude is mean 'cuz I my respect
Ain't out of line 'cuz I got 'em all in check

I broke a cops neck 'cuz he outta place
pig, murder 1, now I got time to face
The judge that me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river to me
Four years and we back on the shoulder
Cut a up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover
Gotta pocket full of stones startin' all again