Luyện nghe bài hát Time 2 Shine

[Hook:
Easy to see, you look at me
I'm a CCC nigga, yeah 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 time to shine, and now it's mine
So step aside and in line

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

*chopped*]

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

Nigga I grind from 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
Undoing her buttons, acting like give her loot but I'm fronting
I usually dump em, I 'em and bump em
To the curb then swerve, nigga to do is nothing
My air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags
I gladly the game up, and nigga kiss your ass
Goodbye, my raps is my hooks is fly
I'm stacking do', but no good try
I my do', and bet it all on me
True a baller nigga, it's 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 might beat her
While she around, and sleep 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 is found
So bring the down