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

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

Back in the days they used to run up
"Pimp C, ya know?"
I tell 'em get this crack and get the fuck away me hoe
'Cuz I went it became an instant cut
they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts
A fiend 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 I got a whole pocket full of stones

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

I bought a Cadillac, 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
and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends used to suck my dick for free
Now did C?
I bought my first key my babymommabrutha
I cooked it up myself and passin' out them hovers

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

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

Livin' smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
I'm sellin' crack rock, the devil's potion
Three 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 pregnant fiends
Suck a dick and lick an ass to get a pump
Fuck Caesar niggaz, call me Black Trump

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

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

Business boomin' daily, my product sellin'
Me and my C is makin' money out the ass
This shit is gettin' silly, dope is so to sell
Pay everybody bail, no spendin' time in jail
I gotta make the sales 'cuz it's all that green
Mo worker, mo workers, my face on the scene
My attitude is 'cuz I keepin' my respect
nobody out of line 'cuz I got 'em all in check

I a cops 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 next to me
years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat of hover tens
Gotta pocket full of stones startin' all over