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, my face
payin' off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case
You freebase, I got them hovers for your ass
You get high as a kite and you feel a mega
Cash movin' stacks, then came to piles
And then them fiends started hittin' crack

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

I gotta full of stones
I gotta full of stones
I gotta pocket full of
And they leave my ass alone

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

Everybody in my was clockin' loot
my Cadillac and bought a Lexus sports coupe
I house on the hill gotta boat on the lake
Gotta a detail shop to up them duckets that I make
It's to the point I don't see dope no more
Still smoke weed, still drink and toke
Now all them laws won't me alone
'Cuz they all my niggas got a pocket full of stones

I gotta full of stones
I gotta full of stones
I pocket full of stones
And they leave my ass alone

real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
I'm sellin' crack rock, the devil's love
wheel motion on my buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now smokin' slabs
Paid a muthafucka client el is growin'
It's gettin' so bad, I got fiends hoin'
Suck a dick and an ass just to get a pump
Black Caesar niggaz, call me Black Trump

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

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

Business boomin' daily, my sellin' fast
Me and my nigga C is makin' out the ass
shit is gettin' silly, dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail, ain't no time in jail
I gotta the sales 'cuz it's all about that green
Mo worker, mo workers, my face on the scene
My attitude is mean 'cuz I my respect
nobody out of line '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 that sent me got by my nigga C
And now his ass is up the river next to me
Four years and we back on the shoulder
Cut a up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a fat pile of hover tens
Gotta pocket full of stones startin' all over