Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Grind On

But I loved to hear
A Big Pun and B.I.G.
That shit been incredible

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

Uhh, I dream
My moms and mixed me
Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, a set up

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

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

Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the but it's pleasant
quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of
You gain thirty pounds 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 hear it
Competition still fear it, don't ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and

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

Come get introduced to my
A grew 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 your on
Come get introduced to my

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

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

Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin' my been waitin'
For the perfect time to give you what you all been
An orgination of veterans
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

still gotta 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 your strap
You keep your chrome 'cause the is chilly
Now get grind on

get introduced 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 new F-N, call it that faggot nigga 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 caddy 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 hurt you, I'm just 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 made abandoned blocks hot
to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Couple of bands from the corrupt cops
Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and the blocks

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

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

Word to Crack, the God
The hard body, the ever
The Gotti, this rap shit
Will it kill me?

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

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

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

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