Luyện nghe bài hát Pyrex Shakin'

Lil' Keke the Don, Lil' C the
C.M.G. fa sho

Hit licks for heavy bricks, I get it 14
Coming from out of town, it's be 19 a thang
Rock for rock, zone for
Block for block, getting it on till the thang gone

I'm a rap star, but I got for the do
Going hard with the snow, it ain't no mo'
Cash flow, I keep it cracking and stacking
Distribute these goods, and try to away from jacking
My neighborhood, it rock like metal
We that way, so you can play it on the ghetto

I got that nigga, but I ain't Beatrice
Keep 17 bricks, in the mattress
H-Town, H-Town, the of dope
Got the shit channeled, with the chickens under the

get me wrong, some fly and some float
My nigga in Rico, from the of Mexico
To the fat of do-do, that me and Ke' smoke
I'm the quarterback, my wide open
For a pass, got the on D
But shit knowing me, throw a T.D.

I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got for the faking
I be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking
'Cause ain't no limit, to money I'll be making

I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex
I'm my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still cake
'Cause ain't no limit, to money I'll be making

You know the streets end up, and I can't let up
Niggaz falling out of line, man must catch up
'Cause the limo's, jacuzzi's and presidential
All pretty shit, can't keep my hands out the streets

I do it dirty, the type of that get a nigga thirty
Birds get the worm, are the ones up early
It's a hard job, to survive the mob
in the limelight, without a playa getting robbed

I got a brick hanging and wrapped like a gift
a poisonous smell, that the dogs can't sniff
Airplanes and trains, mics and
It's 20 for a show, 20 for a

Rapping is beautiful, it got a young shining
But some'ing in my blood, that keep a nigga grinding
I get's paid, on a regular
So many faces, so places what

I'm in the kitchen, with the shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm brick breaking
ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making

I'm in the kitchen, the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still cake
'Cause ain't no limit, to money I'll be making

It ain't no limit to money, I'm telling you mayn the game funny
Niggaz wasn't it, till you mention big face hundreds
Get the bricks, load 'em in the
'em in the submarine, load 'em in the plane

It's in the game, like EA
Slip and get hit bullets of all sorts
You don't wanna play with me do ya
Hollow tips right through ya treat you like I never knew ya

my work
And I'm always one when I do my dirt, the truth hurt
It hit you like a boomerang and come
Like dope fiends, digging for crack

Get your mind right, 'fore you fuck mine
24/7, 365, I'ma
Ice gon' blind, don't make a dummy
And I'll do whatever it take, to make money for

I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex
I'm 'bout my game, got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm still breaking
ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making

I'm in the kitchen, with the shaking
I'm my game, ain't got time for the faking
I might be rapping, but I'm cake baking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this I'll be making

I'm in the kitchen, with the Pyrex
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got time for the
I be rapping, but I'm still brick breaking
'Cause no limit, to this money I'll be making

I'm in the kitchen, with the shaking
I'm 'bout my game, ain't got for the faking