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 wouldn't 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 fiends started hittin' crack

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

I gotta pocket full of
I gotta pocket full of
I pocket full of stones
And they won't 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 fiends that used to 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 bought a 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 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 pocket full of stones
And they won't my ass alone

Livin' real smooth like Aloe Vera
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 like a muthafucka client el is
gettin' so bad, I got pregnant fiends hoin'
Suck a dick and an ass just to get a pump
Fuck Black niggaz, call me Black Trump

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

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

Business boomin' daily, my sellin' fast
Me and my C is makin' money out the ass
This shit is gettin' silly, dope is so easy to
Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin' time in
I gotta make the 'cuz 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 nobody out of line 'cuz I got 'em all in

I a cops 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 sent up the river to me
Four years and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat of hover tens
Gotta pocket of stones startin' all over again