Luyện nghe bài hát Time 2 Shine

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

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

*chopped*]

Wanted in six states, for mix tapes
And ice on my arm, make a feel like his wrist raped
me a melody, my rap is a felony
(they not gon like you) I know nigga, that's just
If you got in your blood, there's no actual remedy
But let me ask you a question, making cash them or me
While niggaz they mouth, sitting up in they house
I'm running my thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouth
Shattered teeth, look like it's covered in
My demeanor say I'm ghetto, my say I'm upper-class
I'm in the hood, where the that go blast
That bust in your ass, some don't trust God all they trust is cash
I'm where fiends work, they don't harass you
just look in your 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 them wheels, turn
Some niggaz don't know it takes, to make this money
You wanna take this money, come it from me
Take this money, leave your shirt draped and
In this jungle you gotta be a ape, make me ugly

Nigga I grind from summer to summer, to go from Hooptie to Hummer
I'm a status nigga, I'm a stunner
I holla at your woman, nigga you don't want her
Undoing her buttons, like I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting
I dump em, I lose 'em and bump em
To the curb then swerve, nigga to do is nothing
My air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags
I lock the game up, and nigga kiss your ass
Goodbye, my is throwed my hooks is fly
I'm stacking do', but no nigga try
I my do', and bet it all on me
a baller forward 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 down
Your around here, nigga I might beat her down
While she creep around, and around
Her husband just heard it word of mouth, he bout to her now
Shh nigga keep it down, the laws to creep around
And take a nigga to jail, if the heat is
So bring the down