Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

But I loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G.
That shit been incredible

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

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

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

man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up the casket, screamin' bastard
Cryin', know my is lyin'
Y'all know who 'em filled 'em with the Lugars from they Rugers

Or Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz the riot
Giving cats the opposite of
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 my daughter
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 fear it, shit don't ask me
I went from to nasty to classy, and still

still gotta 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 keep your
You keep chrome 'cause the streets 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' you know a nigga keep his armor
the streets are killin', now get your grind on
Come get to my home

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

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

Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin' my Squad been
For the perfect time to give you you all been waitin'
An of veterans 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 turn your crew into vegetabills
We blessed with the to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I 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 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' drama you know a nigga his armor
the streets are killin', now get your grind on

I got that new F-N, it that faggot nigga gun
of hollow 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 itchin' to
And I know you pitchin' purple but we switchin' the
Listen, make me hurt you, I'm just givin' the facts

On that I 9-5 swirvin' to a town 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
Nine to ten Benzes, a of drops
Couple of rubber bands from the cops
Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and 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 we don't give a

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

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

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

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

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

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