Luyện nghe bài hát Grill Em

Don't stop, grill em (grill em) stop, grill em (grill em)
stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) stop, grill em
em, grill em, don't stop
This that get em sound, that get it down (down)
This that two step we don't shake or spin (no)
This that pick a size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya

1]
This that hard for real, off the my nillz
Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) to grill
Show mark a deal and you got the heart of steel
a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels (do it)
Then head to the to show em you a party wrecker (wrecker)
Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to you extra (charge me extra)
But next he letting in a mob of heffers (what)
And wanna give you a hastle at Don detecter
and pat ya where, like a fag and queer (queer)
Give that fag a stare have that little cracker (scared)
If he talking bout you can't wear ya hat in
And shit match ya gear (grill em, grill em)
aint made for playas in the club waving paper (nope)
This is for those stone cold haters
Who just hate, spot the spot, place the place
And to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh)
See I be on my
Cut you off you dancing with that P-Y-T (come here)
Grill a bartender he wanna see I.D.
And won't let you in that damn V.I.P. Grill em

This that get em sound, that get it down (down)
This that two step we don't shake or around (no)
This that pick a size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you ya frown
stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, em (grill em) don't stop, grill em
Grill em, grill em, stop

2]
This that mobster shit (right) Tupacalypse (right)
This get in the club bub and pop some shit (huh)
This I'm here right yeah watch ya bitch
He got, I got, hate on em cause he rockin it
What this think (grill em) we don't feel this chimp (grill em)
I don't feel this chimp (grill em) we got bigger (grill em)
(Grill em, grill em) if he dipped in (what)
We wild and push the crowd till he spill his drink (do it)
Relax you better (scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh)
We ain't tryin to keep the peace you can go ahead that (go head)
We got desserts macs that'll leave you dead and
Fat to skinny, small to tall, dogs Spud Webber (whatever)
Act and get stupid, scrappy do it
Hands up if the DJ put the scratch to ya
and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo
Go low and throw faster than Cupid (hey)
That's what a thug about (bout) what thuggin bout (bout)
So that slouch you's a bad mother (shut mouth)
They thought it was over you let the bluccas sprout
a few slugs for shouts after the club get out