Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

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

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

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

pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, 'cause in world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no hands in Brookland
Army fatigue up teams, the enemies

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

Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but 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 when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I the company
Apoligies in order, to my daughter
If it was up to me, you be with 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 ashy to nasty to classy, and still

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

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

Yo, yo, the penalty is death, especially when I'm stressed
My hang with me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the
And rattle like a 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 bakin' muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump
One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come

Pun spoke, ain't no debatin' my Squad been waitin'
For the time to give you what you all been waitin'
An orgination of veterans
genuine 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 blessed with the will to surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen I entered the ninja

Nigga still gotta get his on
Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep strap
You keep your '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 a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin', now get grind on

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

I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the
Your mommy got a body but she itchin' to
And I you pitchin' 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 watch out for that Black Surburbans
And no not the Feds, man papi's home
And papi got it good, he put you on

Listen, I done made abandoned blocks hot
to ten Benzes, a couple 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 front of a million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
We from the Bronx the mayors lift up
And niggaz get shot in day 'cause we don't give a

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

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

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

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

My crew be to old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to woolies
And fuck without rubbers, specialize in killin' and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', when Frank 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, with these chicks
'Bout to our own porno flicks, my life's the shit