Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

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

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 from there

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

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

Look man, you wanna see me up, shot up
Moms up over 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, ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my bring the riot
Giving cats the of diets
You gain thirty 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 my daughter
If it was up to me, you would be me

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

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

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

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

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

Pun spoke, no more debatin' my Squad been waitin'
For the perfect time to you what you all been waitin'
An orgination of veterans
With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the

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

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

get introduced to my home
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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