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 pearly gates,
We keep it, it, keep it going from there

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

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the off
Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, lead off
sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brookland
Army break up teams, the enemies

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

Or they Desert, dyin' the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz the riot
Giving cats the of diets
You gain pounds 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, Dearest, my vision be the clearest
so you can't hear it
Competition still fear it, shit ask me
I went from ashy to to classy, and still

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

Yo, yo, the is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually
I never 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 bakin' muffins
Fake the and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast'll you jump if you come close

Pun spoke, ain't no debatin' my Squad been waitin'
For the perfect time to you what you all been waitin'
An orgination of 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 and my steel turn your whole crew into vegetabills
We blessed with the will to 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 up in the crime zone
as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
You keep your chrome the streets is chilly
Now get grind on

Come get to my home
A grew 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 that nigga gun
Couple of tips make you faggot niggaz run
Crack up, everybody clear out
Anybody that rock is gettin' aired out

I'm in that caddy my bitch in the pack
Your got a body but she itchin' to clap
And I know you pitchin' purple but we switchin' the
Listen, don't me hurt you, I'm just givin' the facts

On I 9-5 swirvin' to a town near you
My niggaz 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 made blocks look hot
to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Couple of bands from the corrupt cops
Just to see my eat and shit and huggin' the blocks

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

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

to Crack, the God body
The body, the realest ever
The John Gotti, this rap
Will it kill me?

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

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

My crew be unruly to old school cats that gats toolies
blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
And fuck rubbers, specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', shit when Frank 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 these Cristal
to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit