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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grip pump in my lap at all times
Niggaz fuck other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit' mine
Got my money for a big time pass
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'
cash for puttin' stones in the pockets of the fiends

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

Business boomin' daily, my product sellin'
Me and my nigga C is money out the ass
This shit is gettin' silly, dope is so easy to
Pay everybody bail, no spendin' time in jail
I gotta make the sales it's all about that green
Mo worker, mo workers, my face on the scene
My attitude is mean 'cuz I 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, 1, now I got time to face
The judge that me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the next to me
Four years and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat of hover tens
Gotta pocket of stones startin' all over again