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 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 stack now
Everybody has time to shine, and now it's mine
So step aside and stand in

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

[Hook:

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

Nigga I grind from summer to summer, trying to go from to Hummer
I'm a ghetto status nigga, I'm a
I at your woman, like nigga you don't want her
Undoing her buttons, acting I'ma give her loot but I'm fronting
I dump em, I lose 'em and bump em
To the curb swerve, nigga to do this is nothing
My air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags
I gladly lock the game up, and nigga 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 forward nigga, all on me
Sometimes I feel the ghetto, call on me
To me to y'all, and y'all to me
My is sagging, and a wife beater down
Your wife around here, nigga I might beat her
she creep around, and sleep around
Her just heard 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