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
Started comin' up fiends, recognize my
payin' off the laws 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 blast
Cash movin' stacks, they came to piles
And then them fiends started hittin' voiles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Business boomin' daily, my sellin' fast
Me and my nigga C is makin' out the ass
This shit is gettin' silly, is so easy to sell
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 attitude is mean I keepin' my respect
Ain't nobody out of 'cuz I got 'em all in check

I broke a cops neck 'cuz he step outta
Dead pig, murder 1, now I got time to
The judge that sent me got capped by my C
And now his ass is sent up the next to me
Four years and we back on the shoulder
Cut a up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover
Gotta full of stones startin' all over again