Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

But I would've to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G.
That shit would've been

Aye yaknahmsayin', it was happen
We have our day, you know? I him
I seen him, I seen him at the gates, yaknahmean?
We it, keep it, keep it going from there

Uhh, I dream
My moms and mixed me
With Jamaican Rum and
Huh, a set up

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, the sweat off
Uhh, 'cause in world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no shook in Brookland
Army fatigue up teams, the enemies

Look man, you wanna see me up, shot up
Moms crotched up the casket, screamin' bastard
Cryin', know my is lyin'
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the Lugars from they

Or they Desert, dyin' the shit but it's pleasant
quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of
You gain thirty when you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, took a few with me
Shit, I need the
Apoligies in order, to my daughter
If it was up to me, you would be me

Sorta like, Daddy Dearest, my vision be the
so you can't hear it
Competition still fear it, don't ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and

Nigga still get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime
Soon as you grown, you on own, you keep your strap
You your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly
Now get your on

get introduced to my home
A nigga grew up in the projects, end up mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' drama you know a keep his armor
the streets are killin', now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my

Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally
My enemies hang me 'til I eventually flip
I reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle
And rattle like a wooden horse to El

Niggaz but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin' nuttin'
If ain't blazin' somethin' with the mac I'm in the shack muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump
One dose of the toast'll you jump if you come close

Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin' my been waitin'
For the time to give you what you all been waitin'
An orgination of built
With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the

in the real, don't get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your whole into vegetabills
We blessed with the to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the

still gotta get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your
You keep chrome 'cause the streets is chilly
Now get your on

Come get introduced to my
A nigga up in the projects, end up gettin mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' drama you a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get grind on

I got that new F-N, call it faggot nigga gun
Couple of hollow tips you faggot niggaz run
Crack pull up, everybody out
Anybody pumpin' that rock is gettin' out

I'm in that with my bitch in the pack
Your got a body but she itchin' to clap
And I know you pitchin' purple but we the packs
Listen, make me hurt you, I'm just givin' the facts

On that I 9-5 to a town near you
My niggaz watch out for that Surburbans
And no it's not the Feds, man papi's
And got it good, he could put you on

Listen, I done made blocks look hot
Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of
Couple of rubber bands the corrupt cops
to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin' the blocks

Crack a chestize 'em, besides 'em
In front of a million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
We from the Bronx where the mayors up
And niggaz get shot in broad day 'cause we give a

Fuck little niggaz on bike and just you
All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits
I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong
Then call the shit the bomb smack

Word to Crack, the God
The hard body, the realest
The John Gotti, rap shit
it kill me? Never

This goes out to cats, in they ass again
Fifty half-a-men, daydreamin'
Fuck around get wet semen, your whole team-and
Be Morgan than

I the cream and, moved to new places new faces
the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip
I the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
Niggaz bang with us, try to do me

My crew be unruly to old cats that call gats toolies
blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
And without rubbers, specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', shit when start bustin', Frank start somethin'

ya gently, God meant me to push a Bentley
Me and Sean takin' broads home
On the phone with the chip, with Cristal chicks
'Bout to make our own flicks, my life's the shit