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

When I started back in 1989
I wasn't movin' keys, I movin' dimes
Started up fiends, recognize my face
Started payin' off the so I wouldn't catch a case
You wanna freebase, I got them for your ass
You get as a kite and you feel a mega blast
Cash movin' stacks, then came to piles
And then them fiends hittin' crack voiles

in the days they used to run up sayin'
"Pimp C, ya know?"
I 'em get this crack and get the fuck away from me hoe
'Cuz everywhere I 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 change they ass I
Take a Brillo pad to the chest, now they won't me alone
'Cuz they know I got a pocket full of stones

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

I a Cadillac, brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushin' crack
Rock sho ain't good in the city that
Had a fuckin' hoe for letter 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 cooked it up myself and passin' out them hovers

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

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

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

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

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

boomin' daily, my product sellin' fast
Me and my C is makin' money out the ass
This is gettin' silly, dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail, ain't no spendin' time in
I gotta make the sales 'cuz all about that green
Mo worker, mo workers, my ain't on the scene
My attitude is 'cuz I keepin' my respect
Ain't nobody out of line I got 'em all in check

I broke a neck 'cuz he step outta place
Dead pig, murder 1, now I got time to
The judge that me got capped 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 a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a fat pile of hover tens
Gotta pocket full of startin' all over again