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

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

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

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

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

in my family was clockin' loot
Sold my Cadillac and bought a Lexus sports
I gotta on the hill gotta boat on the lake
Gotta a detail shop to up them duckets that I make
to the point where I don't see dope no more
Still smoke weed, still drink beer and
Now all them laws won't leave me
'Cuz they know all my niggas got a full of stones

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

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

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

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

Business boomin' daily, my sellin' fast
Me and my C is makin' money out the ass
This shit is silly, dope is so easy to sell
Pay bail, ain't no spendin' time in jail
I gotta the sales 'cuz it's all about that green
Mo worker, mo workers, my ain't on the scene
My attitude is mean 'cuz I keepin' my
Ain't nobody out of 'cuz I got 'em all in check

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