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 incredible

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

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

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the 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 over the casket, screamin'
Cryin', my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who '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 the riot
cats the opposite of diets
You gain pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the
Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my
If it was up to me, you would be me

Sorta like, Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can't 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 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

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

Yo, yo, the penalty is death, when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies with me 'til I eventually flip
I reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle
And rattle like a horse to El Barrio

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

Pun spoke, no more debatin' my Squad been waitin'
For the time to give you what you all been waitin'
An of veterans built
genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills

Invest in the real, don't get left in the
My tech and my steel turn whole crew into vegetabills
We blessed with the will to never
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen I entered the ninja

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

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

I got that new F-N, call it that faggot gun
Couple of hollow tips make you faggot run
Crack pull up, everybody out
Anybody pumpin' that rock is 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' purple but we switchin' the
Listen, don't make me you, I'm just givin' the facts

On that I 9-5 to a town near you
My niggaz watch out for that Black
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 niggaz eat and shit and the blocks

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

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

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

This goes out to cats, fingers in ass again
Fifty dollar half-a-men,
Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole
Be Morgan than

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

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