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, from city to
But we heard, that them trying to move it and crack down
see fee's, so you could see me
Getting my cheddar together, you I gotta stack now
Everybody has their time to shine, and now it's
So step aside and stand in

(*talking*)
Hold up man, Changin' Click in here mayn
Chamillionaire and Rasaq's, Status
You know I'm saying, we gotta get underground 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 murdering mix
And ice on my arm, make a nigga feel like his wrist
Pass me a melody, my rap is a
(they not gon like you) I know nigga, that's jealousy
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 running they mouth, sitting up in house
I'm my routes thugging it out, putting rocks up in my mouth
Shattered teeth, look like covered in glass
My demeanor say I'm ghetto, my say I'm upper-class
I'm in the hood, the guns that go blast
bust in your ass, some niggaz 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 pass you, nah turn around
And search your car, and see if a found
But my life bout to turn around, them hoochies turn
When they see wheels, turn around
Some niggaz don't know it takes, to make this money
You take this money, come take it from me
Take this money, leave your shirt draped and
In this jungle you be a ape, don't make me ugly

Nigga I grind from summer to summer, to go from Hooptie to Hummer
I'm a ghetto status nigga, I'm a
I holla at your woman, like nigga you don't her
Undoing her buttons, acting like I'ma her loot but I'm fronting
I dump em, I lose 'em and bump em
To the then swerve, nigga to do this is nothing
My game air tight, like Glad-lock 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 nigga, it's all on me
I feel the ghetto, just call 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 of mouth, he bout to leave her now
Shh nigga keep it down, the trying to creep around
And take a to jail, if the heat is found
So bring the speaking