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
Grill em, grill em, don't
This that get em sound, this that get it (down)
This two step we don't shake or spin around (no)
that pick a clown 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
that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel
Scared a clown stare em while the nigga park his wheels (do it)
Then head to the club to show em you a party (wrecker)
Grill the cause he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra)
But minute he letting in a mob of heffers (what)
And wanna give you a at that Don detecter
Search and pat ya where, 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 that match ya gear (grill em, grill em)
This aint made for playas in the 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 while you dancing with that (come here)
a bartender cause he wanna see I.D.
And they let you in that damn V.I.P. Grill em

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

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