Luyện nghe bài hát Pyrex Shakin'

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

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

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

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

Don't get me wrong, some fly and some
My nigga in Rico, from the Gulf of
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 shaking
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 money I'll be

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 baking
'Cause no limit, to this money I'll be making

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 breaking
'Cause 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 time for the
I might be rapping, but I'm still baking
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 brick
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