Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

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

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

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

Shoulda pushed 'em off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, 'cause in this I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, no shook hands in Brookland
Army fatigue up teams, the enemies

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

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

I was high they 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 be with me

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

Nigga still 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 'cause the streets is
Now get grind on

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

Yo, yo, the penalty is death, when 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 a wooden horse to El Barrio

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

Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin' my been waitin'
For the time to give you what 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 whole crew vegetabills
We blessed with the will to surrender
'Cause my agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja

still gotta get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the zone
as you grown, you on your own, you keep your 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 mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' drama you know a keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get grind on

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

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

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

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

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

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

to Crack, the God body
The body, the realest ever
The John Gotti, this rap
it kill me? Never

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

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

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