Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

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

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

Uhh, I filthy
My and pops mixed me
With Jamaican Rum and
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 fatigue break up teams, the

Look man, you wanna see me locked up, up
Moms up over the casket, screamin' bastard
Cryin', my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who '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 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 T'Yanna my
If it was up to me, you would be me

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

Nigga 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 strap
You keep your chrome 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 know a nigga keep his
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 me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the
And rattle a wooden horse to El Barrio

Niggaz but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin' 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 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 built
With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the of the bills

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

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 the streets is chilly
Now get your on

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

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

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

On that I 9-5 swirvin' to a town you
My niggaz watch out for Black Surburbans
And no not the Feds, man papi's home
And got it good, he could put you on

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

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

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

to Crack, the God body
The body, the realest ever
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 like semen, whole team-and
Be than Freeman

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 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'

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