Luyện nghe bài hát Time 2 Shine

[Hook:
to see, when you look at me
That I'm a CCC nigga, I rap now
mix tapes, from city to city
But we heard, that them people trying to 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 aside and stand in line

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

[Hook:

Wanted in six states, for mix tapes
And ice on my arm, a nigga feel like his wrist raped
Pass me a melody, my rap is a
(they not gon like you) I know nigga, just jealousy
If you got hate in your blood, there's no actual
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 it out, putting rocks up in my mouth
Shattered teeth, look 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 in your ass, some niggaz don't trust God all they trust is cash
I'm fiends with work, they don't harass you
They just look in your soul, they don't got to ask you
The cops don't pass you, nah they turn
And search your car, and see if a burner's
But my life bout to turn around, them turn around
When they see them wheels, turn
niggaz don't know what it takes, to make this money
You wanna take this money, take it from me
Take money, leave your shirt draped and bloody
In this jungle you gotta be a ape, don't make me

Nigga I grind from to summer, trying 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 give her but I'm fronting
I usually em, I lose 'em and bump em
To the then swerve, nigga to do this is nothing
My air tight, like Glad-lock zipper bags
I gladly lock the up, and nigga kiss your ass
Goodbye, my raps is throwed my is fly
I'm stacking do', but no nigga try
I my do', and bet it all on me
True a forward nigga, it's all on me
Sometimes I feel the ghetto, call on me
To bring me to y'all, and to me
My jeans is sagging, and a beater down
Your wife around here, nigga I beat her down
While she creep around, and sleep
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