Luyện nghe bài hát Pyrex Shakin'

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

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

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

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

Don't get me wrong, 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, I'ma a T.D.

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

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

You the streets end up, and I just can't let up
Niggaz falling out of line, man they 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 that get the worm, are the ones up
It's a job, trying to survive the mob
in the limelight, without a playa getting robbed

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

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

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

I'm in the kitchen, the Pyrex shaking
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 this money I'll be

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

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

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

Get mind right, 'fore you fuck with mine
24/7, 365, shine
Ice gon' blind, don't make a mistake
And do whatever 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 might be rapping, but I'm still breaking
ain't no limit, to this money I'll be making

I'm in the kitchen, the Pyrex 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 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 brick
'Cause ain't no limit, to this I'll be making

I'm in the kitchen, the Pyrex shaking
I'm 'bout my game, got time for the faking