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 just
We our day, you know? I seen him
I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates,
We keep it, keep it, it going from there

Uhh, I filthy
My moms and 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, no shook hands in Brookland
Army fatigue break up teams, the

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

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

I was high when they hit me, took a few cats 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 can't it
still fear it, shit don't ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and

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

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

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

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

Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin' my Squad waitin'
For the perfect time to 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 left in the
My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into
We blessed with the will to never
'Cause my agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered 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 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 gettin mo'
Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his
'Cause the are killin', now get your grind on

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

I'm in caddy with my bitch in the pack
Your mommy got a body but she itchin' to
And I know you purple 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 Black Surburbans
And no it's not the Feds, man home
And got it good, he could put you on

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

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

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

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

This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass
Fifty half-a-men, daydreamin'
Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole
Be than Freeman

I took the cream and, moved to new places new
Fuck the screwfaces, when 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 Frank start bustin', Frank start

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