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 up fiends, recognize my face
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 mega
Cash movin' stacks, then they to piles
And then them 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 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 change they ass I guess
Take a Brillo pad to the chest, now won't leave me alone
they know I got a whole pocket full of stones

I pocket full of stones
I gotta full of stones
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
crack sho ain't good in the city that
Had a hoe for every letter in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, 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 cooked it up myself and started passin' out hovers

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

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

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

Pistol pump in my lap at all times
fuck wit' other niggaz shit but they don't fuck wit' mine
Got my totaled for a big time pass
17-5 I gotta on they 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 everybody 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 product fast
Me and my nigga C is money out the ass
This shit is silly, dope is so easy 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 ain't on the scene
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
pig, murder 1, now I got time to face
The judge that me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is up the river next to me
years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat
Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover
pocket full of stones startin' all over again