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

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

Back in the days they used to run up
"Pimp C, ya know?"
I tell 'em get this crack and get the away from me hoe
everywhere 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 can't they ass I guess
Take a pad to the chest, now they won't leave me alone
they know I got a whole pocket full of stones

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Business boomin' daily, my product fast
Me and my nigga C is makin' out the ass
This shit is gettin' silly, dope is so easy to
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 face ain't on the
My is mean 'cuz I keepin' my respect
Ain't out of line 'cuz I got 'em all in check

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