Luyện nghe bài hát Pyrex Shakin'

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

Hit licks for bricks, I get it 14 plain
from out of town, it's gon' be 19 a thang
Rock for rock, for zone
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, till it no mo'
flow, I keep it cracking and stay stacking
Distribute these goods, and try to away from jacking
My neighborhood, it rock heavy metal
We raised that way, so you can it on the ghetto

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

Don't get me wrong, fly and some float
My in Rico, from the Gulf of Mexico
To the fat of do-do, that me and Ke' smoke
I'm the quarterback, my receiver open
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 money I'll be making

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

You know the streets end up, and I just let up
falling out of line, man they must catch up
'Cause the limo's, and presidential suites
All that pretty shit, keep my hands out the streets

I do it dirty, the of work that get a nigga thirty
Birds that get the worm, are the up early
a hard job, trying to survive the mob
Staying in the limelight, without a playa getting

I got a brick hanging and it's wrapped like a
With a poisonous smell, that the 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, just keep a nigga grinding
I get's paid, on a basis
So many faces, so many places

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

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

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

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

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

Get mind right, 'fore you fuck with mine
24/7, 365, shine
Ice gon' blind, make a mistake dummy
And I'll do it take, to make money for real

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

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

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