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

When I started back in 1989
I wasn't movin' keys, I movin' dimes
Started 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 high as a kite and you feel a mega
movin' stacks, then they came to piles
And then them started hittin' crack voiles

in the days they used 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 twentys and them big fat monkey nuts
A fiend gon' be a fiend, but you change they ass I guess
Take a Brillo pad to the chest, now they won't me alone
'Cuz they know I got a whole full of stones

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

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

Everybody in my was clockin' loot
Sold my and bought a Lexus sports coupe
I gotta house on the hill gotta boat on the
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 drink beer and
Now all laws won't leave me alone
'Cuz they know all my niggas got a pocket full of

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

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

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

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

Business boomin' daily, my product fast
Me and my nigga C is money out the ass
This is gettin' silly, dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin' time in
I gotta make the sales 'cuz all about that green
Mo worker, mo workers, my ain't on the scene
My is mean 'cuz I keepin' my respect
Ain't nobody out of line I got 'em all in check

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