Luyện nghe bài hát Time 2 Shine

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

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

*chopped*]

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

Nigga I grind summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to Hummer
I'm a status nigga, I'm a stunner
I holla at your woman, like nigga you don't her
her buttons, acting like I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting
I usually em, I lose 'em and bump em
To the curb then swerve, to do this is nothing
My game air tight, like zipper bags
I gladly lock the game up, and kiss your ass
Goodbye, my raps is my hooks is fly
I'm do', but no nigga good try
I my do', and bet it all on me
True a baller forward nigga, all on me
I feel the ghetto, just call on me
To me to y'all, and y'all to me
My jeans is sagging, and a beater down
Your wife around here, nigga I beat her down
While she creep around, and around
Her husband just 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 bring the down