Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

But I would've loved to
A Big Pun and B.I.G.
That shit would've incredible

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

Uhh, I filthy
My and pops mixed me
With Jamaican Rum and
Huh, a set up

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the off
Uhh, 'cause in this I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, no shook hands in Brookland
Army fatigue break up teams, the

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

Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but pleasant
quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of
You gain pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, took a few cats me
Shit, I the company
Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my
If it was up to me, you be with me

like, Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can't it
Competition still it, shit don't ask me
I went from to nasty to classy, and still

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

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

Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm stressed
My enemies hang with me I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the
And rattle like a horse to El Barrio

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

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

in the real, don't get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn whole crew into vegetabills
We blessed with the will to surrender
'Cause my agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja

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

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

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

I'm in that caddy with my in the pack
Your mommy got a but she itchin' to clap
And I know you pitchin' but we switchin' the packs
Listen, don't make me hurt you, I'm just givin' the

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

Listen, I done abandoned blocks look hot
Nine to ten Benzes, a of drops
Couple of bands from the corrupt cops
Just to see my niggaz eat and and huggin' the blocks

Crack a 'em, right besides 'em
In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't 'em
We from the Bronx the mayors lift up
And niggaz get shot in broad day 'cause we don't a

little niggaz on bike and just shoot you
All for a pair of Nikes, the shits brutal
I done seen fiends O.D., shot the pack
Then they call the the bomb smack

Word to Crack, the God
The body, the realest ever
The Gotti, this rap shit
Will it me? Never

This out to cats, fingers in they ass again
dollar half-a-men, daydreamin'
Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole
Be than Freeman

I took the cream and, moved to new new faces
the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip
I make the papers, dangerous, we
Niggaz can't bang us, try to do me

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

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