Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

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

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

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

Shoulda 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, 'cause in this I'm dead off, squeeze 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', my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the Lugars from Rugers

Or they Desert, dyin' the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of
You gain thirty when you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, took a few with me
Shit, I need the
Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my
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 still fear it, shit ask me
I from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

Nigga gotta get his grind on
Come get to my home, I grew up in the crime zone
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 to my home
A nigga grew up in the projects, end up mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his
'Cause the streets are killin', now get your on
get introduced to my home

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

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

Pun spoke, ain't no debatin' my Squad been waitin'
For the perfect time to you what you all been waitin'
An orgination of built
With skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills

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

Nigga still gotta get his 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 'cause the streets is
Now get grind 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 streets are killin', now get grind on

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

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

On I 9-5 swirvin' to a town near you
My niggaz watch out for Black Surburbans
And no it's not the Feds, man papi's
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
to see my niggaz 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 where the mayors lift up
And niggaz get shot in broad day 'cause we don't a

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

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

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

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

My crew be unruly to old school cats call gats toolies
blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
And fuck 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' home
On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chicks
'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my the shit