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 out of town, it's gon' be 19 a thang
for rock, zone for zone
Block for block, getting it on till the thang gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got a brick hanging and wrapped like a gift
With a poisonous smell, that the can't sniff
Airplanes and trains, and cocaine
20 for a show, 20 for a thang

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

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

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

in the game, like EA Sports
Slip and get hit with of all sorts
You don't wanna play around me do ya
Hollow tips shred right through ya treat you I never 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
dope fiends, digging for hard crack

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

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

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 ain't no limit, to this money be making

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