Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

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

Aye yaknahmsayin', it was just
We have our day, you know? I him
I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates,
We keep it, keep it, keep it going there

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

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

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

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

I was high when hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I the company
Apoligies in order, to my daughter
If it was up to me, you would be me

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

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

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

Yo, yo, the penalty is death, when I'm mentally stressed
My hang with me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle
And rattle like a wooden 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 muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump
One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come

Pun spoke, no more debatin' my Squad been waitin'
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 rest of the

Invest in the real, get left in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your whole into vegetabills
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
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 your on

get introduced to my home
A grew 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, call it that nigga gun
Couple of tips make you faggot niggaz run
Crack up, everybody clear out
Anybody that rock is gettin' aired out

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

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

Listen, I done abandoned blocks look hot
Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of
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 million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
We from the Bronx where the mayors up
And niggaz get in broad day 'cause 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 fiends O.D., the wrong pack
they call the shit the bomb smack

Word to Crack, the God
The body, the realest ever
The John Gotti, this rap
Will it kill me?

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

I took the cream and, moved to new places new
Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I
I make the papers, dangerous, we
Niggaz can't 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 without rubbers, specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', shit when Frank start bustin', Frank start

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