Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

But I would've to hear
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 gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, it going from there

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

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

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

Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the of diets
You gain thirty 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 T'Yanna my
If it was up to me, you would be me

Sorta like, Dearest, my vision be the clearest
so you can't hear it
Competition still fear it, shit ask me
I from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

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

Come get to my home
A grew 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
Come get introduced to my

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

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

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

Invest in the real, don't get in the hills
My tech and my steel turn your whole into vegetabills
We blessed with the will to surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the

Nigga still gotta get his 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 your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly
Now get grind on

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

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

I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the
mommy got a body but she itchin' to clap
And I know you pitchin' purple but we the packs
Listen, make me hurt you, I'm just givin' the facts

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

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

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

Fuck little 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 shit the bomb

Word to Crack, the God
The hard body, the realest
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, your whole
Be Morgan Freeman

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

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

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