Luyện nghe bài hát Time 2 Shine

[Hook:
Easy to see, you look at me
That I'm a CCC nigga, I rap now
Moving mix tapes, from to city
But we heard, that them people trying to move it and down
Only see fee's, so you see me
my cheddar together, you know I gotta stack now
Everybody has their time to shine, and now mine
So step aside and in line

(*talking*)
Hold up man, Color Changin' in here mayn
Chamillionaire and Rasaq's, Status
You I'm saying, we gotta get this underground money
Gotta grind, Rasaq the new blood in the Changin' Click
And we gon hold it down man, I'm tal'n bout

[Hook:

Wanted in six states, for mix tapes
And ice on my arm, a nigga feel like his wrist raped
me a melody, my rap is a felony
(they not gon like you) I know nigga, just jealousy
If you got hate in your blood, there's no remedy
But let me ask you a question, who's making cash or me
While niggaz running they mouth, sitting up in they
I'm my routes thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouth
Shattered teeth, look it's covered in glass
My say I'm ghetto, my mind say I'm upper-class
I'm in the hood, where the guns that go
That bust in your ass, some don't trust God all they trust is cash
I'm where fiends with work, they don't you
They just look in soul, they don't even got to ask you
The cops don't you, nah they turn around
And search car, and see if a burner's found
But my life bout to turn around, hoochies turn around
When they see wheels, turn around
Some don't know what it takes, to make this money
You take this money, come take it from me
Take this money, your shirt draped and bloody
In jungle you gotta be a ape, don't make me ugly

Nigga I grind from summer to summer, trying to go Hooptie to Hummer
I'm a ghetto status nigga, I'm a
I holla at your woman, like you don't want her
Undoing her buttons, acting like I'ma give her but I'm fronting
I usually dump em, I lose 'em and em
To the curb swerve, nigga to do this is nothing
My air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags
I gladly lock the game up, and nigga kiss ass
Goodbye, my raps is throwed my is fly
I'm stacking do', but no nigga try
I my do', and bet it all on me
True a baller nigga, it's all on me
Sometimes I feel the ghetto, just on me
To bring me to y'all, and to me
My jeans is sagging, and a wife beater
Your wife around here, nigga I might beat her
she creep around, and sleep around
Her husband heard it word of mouth, he bout to leave her now
Shh nigga keep it down, the laws to creep around
And take a nigga to jail, if the is found
So the speaking down