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
from out of town, it's gon' be 19 a thang
Rock for rock, zone for
Block for block, it on till the whole 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 and stay stacking
Distribute these goods, and try to ease away jacking
My neighborhood, it like heavy metal
We raised way, so you can play it on the ghetto

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

Don't get me wrong, some fly and float
My nigga in Rico, the Gulf of Mexico
To the fat sack of do-do, that me and Ke'
I'm the quarterback, my receiver wide
For a pass, got the on D
But shit knowing me, I'ma a T.D.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 breaking
'Cause ain't no limit, to money I'll be making

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 still baking
ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making

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

It's in the game, EA Sports
Slip and get hit with of all sorts
You don't wanna around with me do ya
Hollow tips shred right through ya treat you like I knew ya

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

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

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 this I'll be making

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 cake baking
'Cause ain't no limit, to this money I'll be

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