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 happen
We have our day, you know? I him
I him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, keep it going from

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

Shoulda 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, lead off
Benz off, ain't no shook hands in Brookland
Army 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'
Y'all who killed 'em filled 'em with the Lugars from they Rugers

Or they Desert, ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the
cats 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 the company
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
so you can't hear it
Competition still it, shit don't ask me
I went from ashy to to classy, and still

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

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

Yo, yo, the is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me 'til I flip
I never reject an offer to battle, 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' somethin' the mac I'm in the shack bakin' muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump
One dose of the toast'll make you if you come close

Pun spoke, ain't no more my Squad been 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 of the bills

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

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

Come get to my home
A nigga up in the projects, end up gettin mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' you know a nigga keep his armor
'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
pull up, everybody clear out
Anybody pumpin' that rock is aired out

I'm in that caddy my bitch in the pack
Your got a body but she itchin' to clap
And I know you 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 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 abandoned blocks look hot
to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt
Just to see my eat and shit and huggin' the blocks

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

Fuck little niggaz on and just shoot you
All for a pair of some Nikes, the brutal
I seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack
Then they 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, your team-and
Be than Freeman

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

My be unruly to old school cats that call gats toolies
blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
And fuck rubbers, specialize in killin' wives and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', when Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin'

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