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 have our day, you I seen him
I seen him, I him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, keep it from there

Uhh, I filthy
My moms and pops me
Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, a set up

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the off
Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze off
Benz off, ain't no shook hands in Brookland
Army fatigue break up teams, the

Look man, you wanna see me locked up, 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 Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my bring the riot
Giving the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, a few cats with me
Shit, I need the
Apoligies in order, to my daughter
If it was up to me, you be with me

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

Nigga still 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 keep strap
You your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly
Now get your on

Come get introduced to my
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 your on
get introduced to my home

Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm 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

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

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

Invest in the real, get left in the hills
My tech and my turn your whole crew into vegetabills
We blessed with the to never surrender
'Cause my every in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja

Nigga gotta get his grind 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 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 keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get grind on

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

I'm in caddy with my bitch in the pack
mommy got a body but she itchin' to clap
And I you pitchin' purple but we switchin' the packs
Listen, don't make me hurt you, I'm just the facts

On that I 9-5 swirvin' to a near 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 the corrupt cops
Just to see my eat and shit and huggin' the blocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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