Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

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

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

Uhh, I dream
My and pops mixed me
Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, a set up

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

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

Or Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my 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, a few cats with me
Shit, I the company
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
so you can't hear it
Competition still fear it, don't ask me
I from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

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

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

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

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

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

Invest in the real, don't get in the hills
My tech and my steel your whole crew into vegetabills
We blessed the will to never surrender
'Cause my every in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja

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

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

I'm in that caddy my bitch in the pack
Your mommy got a body but she to clap
And I know you pitchin' but we switchin' 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 Black Surburbans
And no it's not the Feds, man home
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 corrupt
to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin' the blocks

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

Fuck little on bike and just shoot you
All for a of some Nikes, the shits brutal
I seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack
Then they call the shit the smack

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

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

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

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

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