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 have our day, you I seen him
I him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, 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 hands in Brookland
Army fatigue 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 the Lugars from they 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 thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye

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

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

still gotta get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime
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 mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get your on
Come get to my home

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

Niggaz talk but they babble 'cause they ain't nuttin'
If ain't blazin' somethin' with the mac I'm in the shack bakin'
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 waitin'
For the perfect time to give you you all been waitin'
An orgination of built
With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the

Invest in the real, get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your whole crew vegetabills
We blessed with the to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I the ninja

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

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

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

I'm in that with my bitch in the pack
Your mommy got a but she itchin' to clap
And I know you purple but we switchin' the packs
Listen, don't make me hurt you, I'm givin' 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 home
And got it good, he could put you on

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

Crack a 'em, right besides '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 we don't give a

Fuck little on bike and just 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 body, the realest ever
The Gotti, this rap shit
it kill me? Never

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

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

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

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