Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

But I would've loved to
A Big Pun and B.I.G.
shit would've been 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, it going from there

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

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

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

Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the of diets
You thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye

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

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

Nigga still 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 your strap
You your chrome 'cause the streets 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' you know a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get your 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 reject an to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle
And rattle a wooden horse to El Barrio

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

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

Invest in the real, don't get left in the
My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into
We blessed the will to never surrender
'Cause my every 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 keep your
You your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly
Now get grind on

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

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

I'm in that caddy my bitch in the pack
mommy got a body 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 niggaz watch out for Black Surburbans
And no it's not the Feds, man home
And got it good, he could put you on

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

Crack a chestize 'em, right 'em
In front of a hundred viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
We from the Bronx the mayors lift 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 done seen fiends O.D., shot the pack
Then call the shit the bomb smack

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

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

I the cream and, moved to new places new faces
Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I
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 cool to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers, specialize in killin' and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', shit when Frank bustin', Frank start somethin'

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