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 just
We our day, you know? I seen him
I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates,
We it, keep it, keep it going from there

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

pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in
Army fatigue break up teams, the

Look man, you wanna see me locked up, up
crotched up over 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
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz the riot
Giving the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds you die no lie, lazy eye

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

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

Nigga still gotta get his on
Come get to my home, I grew up in the crime zone
as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
You your 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' you know a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get grind on
get introduced to my home

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

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

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

Invest in the real, get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your crew into vegetabills
We blessed the will to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen 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 keep your
You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is
Now get grind on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My crew be unruly to old school that call gats toolies
Call moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
And fuck rubbers, specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', shit when Frank start bustin', Frank somethin'

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