Luyện nghe bài hát Go Grind

Listen..
They say rapping's a waste of
'Take ya ass to
Now they ass call us
Tryin to ask for
behing glass Impala's
High class
I two cash deposits everytime I pass the closet
If niggas lookin for the
The can be spotted
the man
He got it in his hand of
Ain't no If's, And's, it
'That the hottest'
I accedently spent grand
man, we ballas
We shop at Family Dollars
If ice is fake?
If you ask me for a
I make my inflate
We ghetto, lookin for some metal mics to break
I'm still hangin around a hood, a liscense plate
I'm not cappin, trust me
You'll know when I'm
When I pull out gat
And you hear that click-clackin
You hear what boy said?
Don't be a hard
Save me some left overs im through some raw bread

Let's open, the garage and pull, Them out (Why?)
em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind, them dollar signs
Get off of behind and go Grind)

there's no time, to - we hustle and grind, all the time
Because money's on our miiiiiiiind
(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna
Then get up off of behind and go Grind)

[Paul

They say a waste of money
'Man, it in stocks'
Now they and out of work
Ever since flopped
Have a hustle for every
That's the way
Mo money underneath my
you have in your safe
When slow up? Make a different hustle blow up
Alotta cats older me, but they ain't never grow up
Boys hit a of licks, buy some kicks and they quit
I ain't hustlin for a fifth, I'm on the grind to get
I ain't gone lie, I got lazy fifty a week
But when that fifty to ten I woke up out of my sleep
I compete with other ballers
I myself
Self-Emplyed, I could a check

And myself
I admire myself, with a set of Slabs,
All of my underground, mass of loot
It don't matter what it cost, just grab loot
I'll it back before your class is through..
It's goin

Let's open, the and pull, Them cars out (Why?)
Show em how boys in the south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind, chasin them signs
Get off of youe and go Grind)

there's no time, to sleep - we hustle and grind, all the
Because money's always on our
(Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna
get up off of your behind and go Grind)

Listen..
They say our just dropped
And we ain't a thing
Look at the Sound Scan
Tell us who's the
Okay, if we don't hit Top 100 on
We still feel joy, 50 hundreds in Bills boy
We Houston streets, so you can say we RoadRunners
You hide your deer, like we was Doe Hunters
made doe from a dealer, I'm no dope runna
But I chips like a kick from a slow punta
HUT ONE! HUT TWO! - We comin' through, it do?
Direspecting that Houston, Texas What a fool
It's if you DeeJay's don't give us Radio play
We tell the to go get our CD today, they obey
Underground CD sella, Hundred Thousand or
But I'm not in this to get a Grammy letta or metal
Just tryin to make alot of chedda, Mirror on the wall
Can you tell us who ball? 'Chamillion and Paul Wall'

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Let's open, the garage and pull, cars out (Why?)
Show em how in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine
(Money is on your mind, chasin dollar signs
Get off of youe and go Grind)

there's no time, to sleep - we and grind, all the time
Because money's always on our
(Chasin them signs, you sayin you wanna shine?
Then get up off of your and go Grind)