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

(*talking*)
Hold up man, Color Click in here mayn
Chamillionaire and Rasaq's, 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, I'm tal'n bout

[Hook:

Wanted in six states, for murdering mix
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 nigga, that's just jealousy
If you got hate in your blood, there's no remedy
But let me ask you a question, making cash them or me
While running they mouth, sitting up in they house
I'm running my routes thugging it out, putting up in my mouth
Shattered teeth, like it's 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
That bust in your ass, some niggaz don't trust God all they trust is
I'm where fiends with work, 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 car, and see if a burner's found
But my bout to turn around, them hoochies turn around
they see them wheels, turn around
Some niggaz don't know what it takes, to this money
You take this money, come take it from me
Take this money, your shirt draped and bloody
In this jungle you gotta be a ape, don't me ugly

Nigga I grind from summer to summer, trying to go from Hooptie to
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 usually dump em, I 'em and bump em
To the then swerve, nigga to do this is nothing
My air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags
I gladly the game up, and nigga kiss your ass
Goodbye, my raps is throwed my 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
Sometimes I feel the ghetto, call on me
To me to y'all, and y'all to me
My jeans is sagging, and a wife beater
Your wife around here, nigga I beat her down
While she creep around, and around
Her husband just heard it of mouth, he bout to leave her now
Shh nigga it down, the laws trying to creep around
And a nigga to jail, if the heat is found
So bring the down