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 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 from

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

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

Look man, you see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up 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, watch my bring the riot
Giving the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, eye

I was high when they hit me, 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

Sorta like, Daddy Dearest, my vision be the
Silencers so you can't it
Competition still it, shit don't ask me
I went ashy to nasty 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 your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly
Now get grind on

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

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

Niggaz talk but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin'
If ain't somethin' 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 if you come close

Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin' my Squad been
For the perfect time to 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, get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn whole crew into vegetabills
We blessed with the to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen I entered the ninja

Nigga gotta 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 keep your
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 gettin mo'
Mo' money, mo' drama you know a keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get grind on

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

I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the
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 I 9-5 swirvin' to a town near you
My niggaz out for that 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 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 O.D., shot the wrong pack
Then they call the the bomb smack

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

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

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

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

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