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

When I first started in 1989
I wasn't movin' keys, I barely movin'
comin' up fiends, recognize my face
Started payin' off the laws so I wouldn't a case
You wanna freebase, I got hovers for your ass
You get as a kite and you feel a mega blast
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
'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
they know I got a whole pocket full of stones

I gotta pocket of stones
I gotta full of stones
I gotta pocket 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 that
Had a hoe for every letter in the alphabet
and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends that to suck my dick for free
Now did C?
I bought my first key my babymommabrutha
I cooked it up myself and started out them hovers

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

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

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

Pistol pump in my lap at all times
Niggaz fuck wit' other niggaz shit but don't fuck wit' mine
Got my totaled 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 gotta pocket of stones
I pocket full of stones
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 is gettin' 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 face ain't on the
My attitude is mean 'cuz I keepin' my
nobody out of line 'cuz I got 'em all in check

I broke a neck 'cuz he step outta place
pig, murder 1, now I got time to face
The that sent me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river to me
Four pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat
Cut it to a fat pile of hover tens
Gotta pocket full of stones startin' all again